Devante Virane has been banished from the College of Winterhold and imprisoned for an accidental murder. Upon his release, he travels to Cyrodiil for advice from an old friend. But with the friend having no memory of him, and a dark plot unfolding, Cyrodiil becomes a dangerous place.

Esil was supposed to die on that headsman's block. Instead, the nearly-blind elf is 'saved' as a dragon attacks and she's forced to run. Now she's wandering Skyrim trying to stay alive and not make too many more enemies. *T for liberal swearing and violence* *Minor Character Death*

A whaling vessel hunts the skies for one of the most whimsical of beasts; a Snow Whale.

A girl with a dark past wants nothing more than a bright future. She thought she had too, until she decides to come through on an old promise. And then it all catches up to her, in one way or another...

High elf, Tartham is haunted by the dragon attack in Helgen as he sets out for Whiterun. Upon leaving for Bleak Falls Barrow, he doesn't expect no desire any company, so he is surprised to meet a young thief who is quite insistent on accompanying him.

This is an ADULT-RATED erotic short fiction that takes place in The Elder Scrolls universe. It details the travels of an Imperial merchant, Caleb and his mercenary-for-hire, a Suthay-Raht Khajiit named Kara, and the shenanigans that occur when a curious Khajiit comes onto an Imperial with an aversion to the beast races.

A Young Darkelf by the name of Arikth is exploring a dremer ruin on solsthiem but bit of more then he can chew when he fishes a young breton male out of his flooded doom, they somehow put their differences aside and travel to skyrim but they don't know that Mara planted a seed in their hearts, can they make it?. (RATED T)

Elliot, the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood, goes to Riften on business but finds she's been framed and cut off from the Guild. Will she ever regain the already not very strong trust her and Brynjolf had, or will she have to resort to her specialty to get what she wants? Rated T for language and violence. -The story is probably better than the summary -

To fill her coffers and fund her adventures, a Dovahkiin with a well established reputation joins the companions. FarkasOC

She deserved a song for all she had done for Skyrim. A thousand words carried by notes and chords into the night. If only someone would write it.

They'd seen enough sacrifices that they swore one of them could play the part perfectly. They just weren't prepared to actually do so.

It only took one word to have those she protected leaving her behind.

She had all the elements at her fingertips, the courage of the nine, and a heart of purer gold than a crown. Truthfully, he'd always felt powerless before her.

Home had not been something the Dragonborn tended to often. After all, she was so busy traveling and helping and fighting and training that there wasn't really time to cook and clean and love the house she had in Whiterun. It was about time she found a place to call home.

The little girl was the Dragonborn's mirror image. That fact was nothing new. Onmund and the Dragonborn had heard it dozens of times. But the uncomfortable feeling they both felt whenever someone told them so... that was very new.

Loss had plagued Onmund's life a long time, but something new had come along. Something he couldn't stand to lose.

People lived their lives with eyes brightly lit. This was something she had noticed as, each time she took a life for her own, she watched their gazes dim. It had always bothered her, but it was nothing compared to when Onmund's lights threatened to flicker out.

Onmund didn't know everything about her, not quite. He didn't understand the implications of her being apart of the Companions, and she hoped he never would. But hunting trips didn't take into consideration what one hoped for.

She was so tired of the feeling that ate away at her. She never despised the hollow state of her body so much as she did when she met his bright gaze, and saw his bright smile, and felt completely unworthy.

The world was a colorful place, and she loved every single bit of it. Except the red part. The Dragonborn could have lived without that.

When Talia Atrius was eight, something horrible happened, so she ran away with her new friend, Agnorzaak, to learn how to fight. Eleven years later, Talia has been seeking revenge with her friend anywhere she could find it. The people who caused her life to change were going to pay. She will make sure of that. (There may be some romance later)

The night before her final fight with Alduin, questions of the afterlife keep the Dragonborn from sleeping.

The Imperial City is the heart of Tamriel, home of the Emperor. A place of hope and a symbol of unity. However, not is all as it seems as Talin arrives in the city to begin her new life. An impostor, treachery and murder set forth a course of events that send her life into a dangerous spiral. With betrayal on her heels and an Empire on the hunt, Talin has a lot to learn...

An Elder Scroll series fanfiction: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. A story revolving around the listen after the downfall of Astrid and the rise of the new Dark Brotherhood.

She's been a thief her entire life. She just came to Skyrim in search of something interesting. And, with the help of a certain red-haired thief, she just might find it. (no Dovahkiin) (ABANDONED)