Skyrim Candlelight

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days

So to begin, this is technically a skyrim fanfic. Why isn't it in the fan-fics then? Simple! It's based on a game and I don't feel that counts as a fan-fic. Second, I've read like a few skyrim stories here lately. I liked them, as a bethesda fan boy... Well, now I need to take a crack at it. I literally start a new game of skyrim every new year. Its my tradition, so I felt I had to do this. If its bad, ah well. If its good, GREAT! Overall though, I feel we need more skyrim based stories or fan-fics. It has the perfect setting for the transmigration genre. Now read at your own risk.

Amid a joyous Christmas celebration, friends Jayson and Nikolai along with their workmates, find themselves in the middle of a storm. Jayson woke up inside his friend's video game, which he soon found out was with him in a cell next to his. They were rescued by Malik, and joined the Imperial Legion, reuniting them with familiar faces, their co-workers and boss: Francis, Nica, and Oscar. Together, they find out that they shared the same last memory, and discover they've been transported to Skyrim in different times. Under the guidance of Oscar and Francis, Jayson and Nikolai venture on exhilarating adventures led by Malik. The Civil War looms, testing Malik's loyalty when Olly, a friend of Malik, and a Dragonborn, enters the scene. A tragic confrontation ensues, resulting in Malik and Oscar's demise and Olly's sudden departure after succeeding in eliminating General Tullius. In the cold landscape of Winterhold. Porcia sends Glenn, Maricar, and Erica on a quest to Pyeath Shadowthorn, unveiling Olly's emotional turmoil. Meanwhile, the mischievous Sheogorath weaves chaos for his amusement. A new vampire lord emerges, thanks to Sheogorath. Sheogorath unites Miraak and the vampire lord. The group of Jayson, Pyeath, and Olly himself embarks on a quest to unravel the truth, guided by the Elder Scroll of Ethereal Harmony. At the iconic 7,000 steps, tensions escalate between Olly and the groups of Pyeath and Jayson. Sheogorath soon reveals his orchestrations, warning of an imminent uprising by Miraak and the new Vampire Lord. In response, the "Frost Fall Alliance" is born, uniting the group against the looming war in Skyrim. They face challenges, mysteries, and internal conflicts, striving to maintain harmony amidst the chaos.

Those that serve the mistress of Night are known as Nightingales. Thievery, cunning, and ambition are characteristics that make up any Nightingale. Born into the guild and raised to steal and cut throats, Rava is the best weapon in the arsenal of Nocturnal, too bad his talents are wasted being a glorified bouncer. Now with his chance to truly live life for himself, he might decide he's not too keen on continued existence in the infinite void after death Neither Skyrim nor the art is mine, and I claim no ownership. (if asked I will remove it)

Theon’s lips curled into a defiant smile, though his heart pounded in his chest. “Perhaps,” he replied. “But I’ve learned that losing everything makes a man impossible to break.” *************** Theon Quintin, the Sun-Kissed Prince, once lived a life of grandeur as the beloved heir to the Quintin Kingdom. With golden hair that shone like sunlight and a smile that captivated all, he was destined for greatness. But everything changed when his darkest secret was revealed. “A prince who cannot uphold the pride of an alpha is no prince of mine,” the king declared. “Leave, and never darken the gates of this castle again.” Banished and disgraced, Theon was cast out into a world that viewed him as an anomaly—an alpha who had conceived a child. In a time when alphas were revered as dominant and unyielding, his existence was seen as a shameful contradiction. Stripped of his title and home, Theon rebuilt himself from nothing. Years passed, and whispers of his brilliance began to spread through the kingdoms. But when his path crosses with that of Skye Romanov, the powerful and enigmatic king of a neighboring land, Theon finds himself drawn into a web of politics, power, and forbidden desire. Skye, the King of Eryndale, is as ruthless as he is magnetic. Known for his mysterious aura and commanding presence, he has no equal. When he catches sight of Theon, their connection is instant—a spark that neither can deny. But as they navigate the treacherous waters of alliances and betrayals, they must confront the forces that seek to tear them apart. In a world where their love is forbidden and their positions make them enemies, can Theon and Skye find a way to defy destiny and claim a love that could reshape kingdoms? Excerpt. “You stand before a king,” Skye murmured, his voice low and steady, carrying the weight of unspoken challenge. “Do you truly believe you have something to offer me?” Theon met his gaze without wavering, his golden hair catching the dim candlelight of the throne room. He was no longer the prince who trembled at the thought of failure; the years had carved resilience into his soul. “I do,” Theon said softly, his voice steady yet filled with quiet conviction. “You may be the king of this land, but even a king needs someone to stand beside him.” Skye tilted his head, a flicker of amusement dancing in his sharp, dark eyes. “And you think you’re that person?” he asked, leaning forward slightly as though daring Theon to falter. “Yes,” Theon replied without hesitation. “Because unlike everyone else, I’m not afraid of the man behind the crown.”

"Mother," I said as I opened my eyes.   My throat was so dry that I couldn't even speak. Everything around me is a haze. I gazed at the candlelight. It was wobbling from side to side. I noticed a woman seated near me, but everything was fuzzy.   I heard a voice unexpectedly. It was a woman's voice. Her voice was echoing in my ears.   That woman was singing a low-toned lullaby.   "Mother, is it you, mother?" I asked softly. The sound abruptly ceased, and I heard my name, "Maxilin, I am here, son."   "Mother," I said with a tremble in my voice. I have no idea what's wrong with me.   I reached out cautiously to touch her, but she was out of my reach.   "Where are you, mother?" Maxilin asked. "Oh, my beloved son, try to hold me. Please come here." He heard the sound once more.   "Mother," Maxilin tried to stand up, but he was too weak. "Maxi, my son, Try to come here. Please follow me, " Maxi narrowed his eyes in an effort to see her face clearly, but he couldn't because everything was fuzzy. A woman in a white or blue outfit moved in front of his sight. Maxi took a few steps forward while still gripping the chair. "Mother, don't leave me," he murmured, dizzily.   "I am not, my child. Kindly accompany me." As soon as he heard it, he saw in his fuzzy vision that someone had opened the door. "Mother, please don't leave me," Maxilin pleaded. He let go of the chair's hold and dashed behind the woman. "Mother, don't leave me. Wait." In his frail state, he shouted and followed her. In the middle of his path, he came to a standstill. "Mother, you've left me here alone once again," he murmured.   "Maxi," he heard the woman's voice unexpectedly. Maxi glanced up and looked around. It's all clear now, but he's stuck in the middle of the woods. He gazed up at the sky. A giant moon was staring at him, and a horde of deadly, voracious creatures were roaring around him.   "Son," someone touched his shoulder, and as he looked around, he saw a terrifying creature standing in front of him.   That creature grinned and said, "Hello, dear."  

Su Yan had been crushing on Wei Zhou for seven years, only becoming his wife after an accident. Everyone mocked her about her luck, claimed she had married above her station, ridiculed her, and ostracized her. But Su Yan didn’t care. Her seven-year crush had finally blossomed and she felt only bliss. Yet, Wei Zhou had thought she was a scheming woman who used underhanded tactics to win his hand. It was all a misunderstanding! Su Yan tried to explain but Wei Zhou wouldn’t believe her. Eventually, Su Yan stopped trying, believing that time would prove it all. One day, Wei Zhou was on the tabloids, rumored to be having an affair with a female celebrity. Su Yan sought an explanation from him. So long as he explained, she would believe him. But Wei Zhuo never explained. He merely answered coldly, “Just behave as Mrs. Wei and mind your own business.” Mind her own business? Su Yan laughed. Looking back, how much of a fool had she been to assume she could melt his iron heart? Any blazing passion would eventually die out from indifference until nothing was left. Su Yan then realized. She was rich, beautiful, and had a great body. Why must she waste her efforts on a heartless blockhead like Wei Zhou? Su Yan dragged Wei Zhou to the Civil Affairs Bureau to separate their union. From now on, whoever they dated had nothing to do with the other! After their divorce, Su Yan went back to being herself. Excellent as she already was, Su Yan unleashed her dazzling light upon the world once more. Then, once every few days, Wei Zhou would see gossip about his ex-wife on the trending searches. Yesterday, she was having a candlelight dinner with a movie star, today, she had brought home a young hunk to engage in passionate romance?! Wei Zhou threw his phone on the floor. “To hell with your passionate romance! That’s my woman!” Surrounded by gorgeous men and enjoying her life, Su Yan asked, “Mister, who are you?”

After waking up without sight, arms or legs a little slime will have to face the strange world he finds himseld in by growing stronger and protecting the ones he care about. Will he be able to live a peaceful life or be crushed by the expectations of everyone around him? (This is my first book so please don't expect much) (yes there will be grammer errors because English is not my first language) (I do not know all of the lore or information regarding Tensura or Skyrim so don't be hurt because I missed something or did something wrong)

Somehow, I don't know how for sure, though, I've been sent to the world of my favorite game, Skyrim. The longer I'm here, the more I notice that this world is real. Not simply realistic, but real. Everything I do has an effect on the world, either good or bad, especially in the case with the storylines. I love Skyrim, but I'm not going to be able to survive here, right? How do I get out? Getting out isn't even the beginning of my problems. The longer I stay here, the more I realize – things are different, and not necessarily for the better. -------------- As embarrassing as this is, this is a Skyrim fanfic. It's probably permanently in progress, as I'm mainly just using it as a drawing board to practice writing storylines for games. Writing it out is just a fun way I've got for going about it. I've also written this in a style so that people who haven't played any of the Elder Scrolls series of games can read it as well. I warn you, though, there's a *lot* of words. Side note: I've also got this story on other sites/apps, in case you want to read it there. -------------- This is also a challenge to That Guy Right There. This is a combination of how I would write the fanfic you made, along with the fact that I got tired of waiting for the author, That Guy Right There, to finish his story, "Living Skyrim." It's pretty good, y'all should check it out. However, Guy's mc is an asshole, so I warn you now. The puns he makes are also kinda bad. So I challenge you, Guy. I'm gonna write my version of how it'd go, and you finish yours (unless you died.) This is a direct copy from my work on my other accounts on various reading/writing apps. Check that one out, too. It doesn't matter to me which you support, cuz I'm not monetized by any. I'm just the writer, man.

Menikah adalah impian semua orang. Termasuk Arabella Gusmant, gadis ceria dan selalu optimis dengan mimpinya yang ingin menjadi seorang aktris teaterikal. Namun semua impiannya harus terhenti karena sebuah pernikahan yang tidak diimpikan. Garrit Hangelman, pria yang menggemari pekerjaan lebih dari apapun. Pria yang selalu menginginkan kesempurnaan dalam setiap pekerjaannya. Jiwa keras dan akuh tak pernah hilang dalam dirinya. Karena sifatnya, ia harus menjalani perjodohan yang rumit. Apakah mereka akan bahagia melewati takdir? Apakah dewi cinta akan menghampiri mereka berdua? Kedatangan masa depan adalah sebuah misteri yang harus dipecahkan. Meski akan terjadi tragedi sekalipun, harus tetap di jalani sampai titik terakhir. Warning!!! Terapat beberapa chapter yang mengandung konten dewasa. Diharapkan teman-teman pembaca dapat lebih bijak dalam membaca. Selamat menikmati email: mustikakharina2@gmail.com

"No one will dedicate themselves to gods for the sake of illusory beliefs. The Holy See is creating a thousand-year career. Whether it is conquering aliens or safeguarding faith, it is the heaven on earth that is shaped for survival..." And Fang Wensi suddenly thought of a game he once played, "To Win the Smile of the Gods." Pope Menoglio's voice stopped suddenly, and the clear candlelight reflected on his face, flickering brightly and dimly. Politics always uses various abstract doctrines to decorate itself, but who would have known that the original intention of the Holy See was just to seek hope for continuity with the help of gods.

Seraphina's eyes widened at the sight of crimson on her doorstep as she came to a halt. The deep red stain, stark against the pale stone, sent shivers down her spine, a foreboding omen she couldn't ignore. With trepidation gripping her heart, she stepped closer, her breath catching in her throat as she recognized the unmistakable scent of dragonfire. Fear mingled with curiosity as she traced the crimson trail with her fingertips. It led her through the winding corridors of the ancient castle, its echoes whispering secrets of forgotten tales. The palace walls seemed to hold their breath, as if in anticipation of the imminent revelation. The trail of dragonfire led her to a secluded chamber, hidden away from prying eyes. As she pushed open the heavy doors, her gaze met a scene of awe-inspiring beauty and danger. There, bathed in the flickering glow of candlelight, stood a majestic creature—an elegant dragon, its scales shimmering like molten gold. But it was not the dragon that held her attention; it was the figure beside it. A man, tall and regal, with piercing eyes that mirrored the intensity of a tempest. His presence commanded the room, and Seraphina knew in her heart that she was standing before the Crown Prince himself. He approached her, his voice low and mesmerizing. "Seraphina, daughter of the Glass Weaver, you are chosen by destiny to be my bride, the one who will unite our kingdoms and bring balance to the realms." Conflicting emotions swirled within her—fear, fascination, and an unexpected attraction that ignited like a flame in her chest. She had dreamt of adventure and purpose, but this path was far more treacherous than she could have imagined. With the weight of her decision pressing upon her, she took a deep breath, steeling herself for the journey that lay ahead. As she reached out to touch the Prince's outstretched hand, she knew that her life would be forever changed, entwined with the destiny of dragons, and the fragile yet unyielding threads of love that would bind their fates together.

In the near future, the world becomes a dystopian landscape. Due to the discovery of a life-changing mineral, Enhanced individuals began to spring up. The world fought each other for the right to own this strange mineral, leaving the world a wasteland. Now as the world attempts to put itself back together, Arava is taken to a place where she is made to fight for the sake of her life. In a place where rules are made by one person, she has to figure out how to survive against the entire world. How will Arava survive in this new world? -oOo- “Arava, I've warned you countless times to not test me. Now here we are.” His shirtless torso glimmered in the candlelight. His blue frosty eyes devoured her naked body. “You look so lovely tied right now baby girl.” He smirked as he tugged on the ropes holding her hostage. She should feel humiliated, but her body called out to be touched by his. Her nipples puckered against the warm air. “You just don’t know how to take a joke.” She bit out, wanting to provoke him. She should be trying to get away, but the last few weeks with him teasing her has been driving her wild. She wanted so much more, to fulfill all her fantasies and let him take her completely. He chuckled as if he was reading her mind. “I know what game you're playing sweetheart.” The feel of his hand running down her inner thigh had her heart racing with anticipation. “Just be patient, you'll be sure to enjoy your punishment.” He held promise in his voice and she was ready for it to be fulfilled.

Ian mencoba memainkan SKYRIM secara VR tapi tiba-tiba kapsul VRnya bermasalah dan kemudian meledak dan bereinkarnasi dengan 2 permintaan. Ini adalah novel pertama saya dan merupakan novel pemenuhan keinginan jadi jangan berharap banyak. Tags : Overpower, Magic, Litle-RPG, Slice-of-Life, Academy, Harem, Adventure, Lite-System, World-Traveling Gambar sampul bukan milik saya jadi jika itu milik anda dan anda ingin saya untuk menggantinya cukup beritahu saya Link gambar: https://www.peakpx.com/en/hd-wallpaper-desktop-akirq

Died and ended up in your favorite game "Skyrim"? No need to be sad. Did Sithis give you the system? You can worry. Did he instruct you to create a brotherhood from scratch, not only in Cyrodiil, but also in other worlds? It's a breeze, the system sends an invitation to join my "Notifiers". Soon the black hand will rule the worlds, Sithis himself is on our side, we have nothing to fear! Glory to our Father of Terror! (Attention!!! English is not my native language)

After his father dies in the civil war, Soare does everything in his power to stop the tyrant Ulfric Stormcloak from becoming the king of Skyrim.

Emma Fox is your average video game playing, introverted college girl, with a group of friends that used to challenge each other at playing various games, especially the Elder Scrolls series! But when her friend Jack ropes them into playing his completely altered version of Skyrim, things get weird really fast when a storm knocks them unconscious and they wake up in Tamriel. Now Emma and her misfitted group of friends have to learn how to live in a world that they thought they knew, while also trying to survive long enough to see the real world again. (In this story, there will be comedy, adventure, potential romances, 18+ themed content, gore and violence, some dark topics, and more.)

A child is brought to Jorvaskr and raised among the warriors there, a sibling to the twins Vilkas and Farkas. Born a child of the Daedric Lord, Hircine, she ends up the Quarry of the Wild Hunt. The worst part? She's trapped in his realm, the Hunting Grounds. Finding her way back to Nirn may cost more than she knows. (Elder Scrolls V fanfiction)

Maou is a young human created by orcs, his "quiet" life is interrupted by the extraordinary.   *Status: Stoped. One should expect: fights, blood, war, blood, love, blood, magic, blood, torture, perhaps a little terror.  The character is strong physically and will develop more in the magic. Church with references to Catholicism, with regard to good and evil, the mythology of angels and demons, but with room for more things. Notions of appearance, height, beauty, will only be described at the time of contact with human civilization because in the orc civilization it is different ... (I find it disturbing to make him find a female orc the standard of beauty). For magic: outside the standard (elemental) other that are based on other stories, games, etc. (Eragon, Skyrim among other exceptional things). *The current status: Stoped, I can resume and rewrite this project after fanfic: lycan has completed. *All Rights Reserved copyright.

When Tanisha figures out that her dreams could be a warning of the future, she uses it to find out what her partner is really doing... and exactly why he suddenly wants to break up.

Shen Qingyue once believed that she was the luckiest person alive. During her school days, she had a childhood sweetheart to protect her. Later, it was love at first sight with her boyfriend, and they entered the sacred realm of marriage. She was blissfully happy for the three years of their marriage. She thought this was how life would always be. But then, an accident landed her in the emergency room, where she barely clung to life. It was then that she discovered that everything had been a conspiracy. Her marriage was nothing more than a bet! On her deathbed, she learned that her husband had a secret lover. While Shen Qingyue fought for her life in the operating room, he was dining by candlelight with another woman. The last person she saw before her death was Chi Ming, the man who had been protecting her from the shadows all these years. After she was reborn, she pretended to discover her husband's bet with his friends by accident. Her heart was dead anyway, so divorce was inevitable. With Chi Ming, it was a natural fit. However, she did not expect her ex-husband to regret his actions. He had already lost his heart in this bet, even though he was unwilling to admit it or let go of his past lover. It was the same in her previous life. When her ex-husband realized his mistake and scoured the world for her, he found her already married to someone else and carrying another man's child. In their previous life, he only had her grave for company, and he was filled with guilt for the rest of his life. In this life, he watched her get involved and be in love with someone else, and he could do nothing but regret for eternity.

Follows the main character through his rebirth in skyrim and him taking the role as the dragonborn named dragneel.

Ethan awakens amd is greeted by ROB. " Hey... sooo... yeah I killed you sorry. But I am compensating by dropping you into a fantasy world with a system. With no memories at that. You're welcome. Byeeee~" " Wait, F*** YOUUUUU....." 'poof' ------------------------------ This is just an idea I want to see but no one wrote about it. I'm not a good writer and would love to see someone else write this but until then you get my sh**y work. If anyone does start writing based off my idea, please let me know, I would love to read yours instead of mine.

What If TALOS was the MAIN VILLAIN of Skyrim?

In the frozen land of Skyrim, a Dragonborn Atmoran embarks on a journey to uncover the secrets of being Dovakhiin. As he battles fearsome dragons and delves into long-forgotten tombs, he discovers his unique ability to harness the power of a Thu’um or shout. Along the way, he must navigate through political intrigue, forge alliances and ultimately decide on the fate of Skyrim and her people. Will he rise as a unforgettable legendary hero? Or will he succumb to the temptations of a power unmatched? The fate of everything lays in his hands.

Hopefully you enjoyed main character gets sent to his favorite game to survive should be good twist for you

I want to tell you a tale about an poor unexpected soul getting herself reborn in the world of skyrim, but being the first Hybrid (Neko). She will also face many challenges like "raising" an dragonborn and don't forget meet a couple amazing werewolves & Vampires. She will also meet others similar to her like souls who was reborn into Skyrim too. This is her story Our feline Valentin Whose Claws are fierce!