Dragons breathing fire in the sky! Vampires attacking people on the street! Cultists popping up like weeds! Civil war unleashed! Filthy Thalmor slinking about! The end is nigh! Only Dovahkiin can save us all! Fortunately, I ain't the Dovahkiin and this ain't my job. Rated M for language, blood, maybe sexual themes, and maybe manliness

A young dark elf seeks her fortune by the edge of a blade. Soon she finds herself in the company of a strange Nord monk, and an even stranger Redguard. As time turns forward, these three mortal creatures will change the strings of Nirn's fate forever.

Here is a gift from me to you, containing your favorite twins, Ivy and Quinn, during a party! Come on inside! They did!

Ernlyna Windwhisper is a bounty hunter, in her opinion, the best bounty hunter that Skyrim has to offer, but she's gotten too cocky. When she is enlisted to take down a group of bandits (a job that, for her, is basic), she is taken by surprise: someone is already there, and that someone has no interest in the bandits, and rather has an interest in her and her formidable talents.

This is a work in progress. In an effort to keep my writing skills sharp and stay in tune with the Elder Scrolls universe, I've decided to start writing small little accounts of my characters' adventures (in this case, for TES 3: Morrowind).

the adventures of Hildreannaleena before Skyrim High is set. Skyrim High is my other fanfic you can read if you want

Katlyn was the Dragonborn of legend and well on her way to becoming master of the Thieves Guild. But when she gets into some trouble with the Dark Brotherhood she finds help in a place she never thought she'd belong.

After the accidental murder of a young royal in High-Rock, Myrad Ulric earns a lifetime of exile on the island of Vvardenfell. Uncultured, unskilled, and alone, Myrad must learn to survive in a harsh and unfamiliar world. Meanwhile, in the mountains of mainland Morrowind, an elder master of the great house Hlaalu prepares for his journey to Vvardenfell...

A simple sort of Fluff with Cicero, my take on how this part of the Dark Brotherhood quest went. FemDragonborn/Cicero. I might revise or add a bit later on. Let me know if you like it. Please read and review :

Callie is the Dragonborn. A mortal that has the blood of a dragon, and the ability to absorb a dragon's soul. When her sisters persuade her to leave the Legion and join the Stormcloak Rebellion, she embarks on an adventure that will change her life forever.

Onmund has achieved everything he's wanted to at this point- he's an Adept in Destruction magic, he has a tight circle of friends and mentors at the College, and he is happily married to a beautiful Breton pyromancer. But his comfortable world is now being threatened thanks to Thalmor and other threats against the College of Winterhold. This is the sequel to Fire and Lightning.

I remember when I ran. When I broke free of my chains with hope that I will make something out of myself. I found myself in the Whiterun guard not long after. I finally felt free and at peace with an exception of the nightmares. But one day, a foreigner was made thane as quickly as he arrived in Whiterun. My Jarl offered me a chance to be his housecarl. I accepted

Skyrim, 4E 201. With Alduin dead, the Dragonborn is t the peak of his glory, but Vengeance will drag him into darkness. The following is a tale of a fallen hero, a broken man, and a twisted avenger.

Saturalia is the equivalent to Christmas on Nirn, a holiday of gift-giving, celebrated on the 24th and 25th of Evening Star. Like anything, every culture celebrates it differently, and for different reasons. This is a story of how Rajhin the Footpad stole Saturalia and brought it to Elsweyr, and how the Khajiit came to celebrate it differently than others...in true Khajiit fashion.

(Self-insert) Dropped unexpectedly into the world of Skyrim, how can a nobody from Earth handle the challenges of being Dragonborn? Reviews are love!

One-shot about a dragon resurrected in Skyrim during the Dragon Crisis.

The time has come to initiate another member into the Circle. The Dragonborn, Markus, has returned to Jorrvaskr after a successful mission, and is being sworn into the Circle, but there is one that pines for him from across the table. Aela, swift She-Wolf of the Companions, has recognized her love for Markus. She just hopes that he feels the same.

What if Arngeir and Paarthurnax were right? What if the Dovahkiin did not kill Alduin in Sovngarde? There is a new Era, new ideals, culture and believes. And Alduin has witnessed every single change. He raised in power as the years went by. Yet, never once has he found the new Dragonborn... why? This is a boyxboy. Well, dragonxguy more...

My name is Auriana. The sailors tell me I'm a wood elf. I seem to have forgotten just about everything else. ((Sequel to the still unfinished story Nobody Important. Read and Review!))

Meet Qassanda: A proud, beautiful Nordic thief who can rob a shirt from a man's back without looking, but can barely hold a sword. A trip to Cyrodiil kicks off the wildest combination of events she has ever seen, and changes her in ways too many to count as she battles against her ancestors, learns of a great family secret and falls in love. This is the story of a thief.

In the time of great upheavals and cataclysms, there are always those who will rise to the challenge of bring about peace. They are many and their paths wary; some are darker than others. In times like these even a common sellsword may become the hero. Intended as a series of stories set in the same time in Skyrim, different characters from different Guilds and backgrounds.

After a hard days work, T'sung just wants to go home for a quiet evening with Livion, but he was in for a big surprise when he comes home to find a bunch of Daedra Princess hanging out. One-shot/ OCs

Farkas is bothered by Jenna's adventure into Sovngarde. He's put off hearing her story, only hearing from other's of her glory. He can't take it anymore, he has to hear it from her. What he gets, is not quite the story he expected. Disclaimer inside. T for one tiny detail.

Quel que soit le bord de la baie d'Illiaque, la nuit est toujours propice aux secrets et aux conspirations; aussi bien pour les amants que pour les assassins. Courte fanfiction se déroulant une vingtaine d'années avant le jeu Skyrim. Elle servira de prologue à une fanfic plus longue se déroulant en même temps que les évènements du jeu Skyrim.

Shaiélaè est une Bosmer, forcée de parcourir Tamriel depuis qu'elle a été bannie de sa tribu. Mais elle se rendra vite compte que le monde est plein de surprises, de danger et de mystère en dehors de Val-Boisé. A l'aube de la Grande Guerre, elle découvrira Hauteroche, Skyrim, Martelfell. Elle sera voleuse, mercenaire, soldat et peut-être trouvera t-elle enfin la paix.