Fresh out of Valenwood, a cocky Bosmer named Kyari is planning the greatest heist in Tamriel's history- clearing out all of Skyrim. But, as she is caught for the fist time with her hand in a Nord's pocket, her plans quickly change and rising in the ranks of the Thieves' Guild becomes her biggest priority.

YOU MUST READ THE SNOW ELVES BEFORE YOU READ THIS! I am a Dwemer and I am the Princess. My world has been turned upside down. I can make metal into anything, but I can't bend the world like that. Memories that I have tried hard to forget have come back faster then light. Shall I fight to protect the home that I never had?

It was a wild survival instinct driving the Nord on and a pure, unrestrained will to slaughter plus the promise of a beautifully large meal for his companion when they finished. And then that damn ring kicked in. Rated for gore.

Same as my last. Heres to hoping that it actually goes up. Please message me if it doesnt, and if you have an idea why this is happening, please include that

During the faction wars, a bosmer thief and outlaw decides to scout for the Aldmeri dominion rather than face the recently reinforced law of his home in Valenwood. This was the idea, before he found out that war has a slight chance of getting him killed. Now a deserter, with no faction at his back, Felridir Hawk attempts to travel back to Valenwood through a war he refuses to fight

A story i did for my english class I do NOT own Skyrim or The Elder scrolls

The Dragonborn never gets a break. It's just part of the job. After saving Tamriel many times, Titus still has more to do. Follow him in his adventures after the events of Skyrim and its DLCs. Front cover done by Skycrawlers123. Current Story: Prince of Plots

Al'Kir is a young redguard separated from his friends and family and forced into slavery. But years later will when he escapes back to Skyrim how will his best friend Lydia react to his return?

There was only one. One Dovahkiin destined to protect the world from its impending apocalypse. It rode on his shoulders, bearing every weight imaginable in his arm and his head held high in false pride. He was foolish, believing with every fiber of his being that he could take on the Nordic god of destruction and return unscathed. Now there is no one left to stall the inevitable.

The story of an average guy who is transported to the world of Skyrim where he takes up position as a smith's apprentice and, when Skyrim needs him, perhaps something more. self-insert fic', rated T for swearing and violence. more info in chapter 1 summary.

A look at the corruption in Skyrim's guard force through the eyes of an Imperial Guard stationed in Riften at the beginning of the Civil War.

My name is Telind Frost Holder. I am alone in this horrific world. My people fought a terrible war with Nordic people and I fought with them. At every corner I've been betrayed. I am the last of the Snow Elves and my life is far from over. Note: This is 24 years after the dragons return and I don't follow the dialogue.

What really happened at Red Mountain? Everything and nothing, so even Dagoth Ur gets to be the hero of his own story.

With their Family half destroyed, the remaining members of the Brotherhood must try and adapt to their new surroundings.

With the future of Tamriel hanging in the balance, a lone hero emerges who may be able to unite its people once again. He will face not only dragons, but entire armies, assassins, and the pain of his own troubled history. The first book in the Kingdom of Aetherius saga.

My adventure is all about my experience in skyrim and all of the good things and the bad things that will happen to me.

This Series revolves around 4 of my own characters and what they do when they are given a shard of the Amulet of Kings, it takes place in Cyrodiil after they leave the sewers. The romances in the story will start later on, P.S. This is my first Fan-fiction so the story might be a little rough and I'm very open to character suggestions. I will update when I have time :)

The Thalmor think we are cowed, broken, defeated. Let them. We know that we are the Sons of Ysgramor and that we will never surrender.

Something happened to my old account so I made a new one and posted the same story so this is not copying okay. This is another serana romance but I replaced the dragon born with the daywalker a half vampire with all the strengths and none of their weaknesses also please give reviews they help a lot and I would appreciate it

Cicero Dragonborn's life is going well - he has his beautiful Listener, his dear sister Eola, a functioning Dark Brotherhood and a father who accepts him even if he doesn't entirely approve. Right up until another Dragonborn appears, one who's had centuries to master the Thu'um and amass a following, and who wants to wipe out the competition.

No one said saving all of Tamriel was an easy job. Such is the life of the Dragonborn, Slayer of Dovah. Unfortunately, no one told him that having a family was even more of an adventure than he thought. It also doesn't help that a certain Red Dragon decides to crash into his life as well, and is anyone else suspicious of the Thalmor's plans? Well, good luck there Dovahkiin.

Tasked to deliver a letter to the Listener in Bravil, a young Cicero is drawn to her stammering and shy apprentice Beatriz. A year his junior and not apart of the Dark Brotherhood he is only allowed to help protect her from afar. But longing for company his age Cicero can't help but to bend the rules, to see why she had the Night Mother's interest as well as his. Cicero/Future DB

Mehrunes Dagon has been defeated! Peace returns to Cyrodiil after a year of constant battle against the forces of Oblivion. But at what cost? Follow the fate of the Hero of Kvatch after the fall of Oblivion's forces. Where will his destiny lead him now?

Another one-shot poem, this time not based on any of the Skyrim bard songs. Leave a review or make a suggestion! This is my first original poem outside of school assignments, so be fair.

La historia de dos asesinas y de cómo acabaron sus respectivos recorridos por la Hermandad Oscura: una viuda negra y un alma rota.