Skyrim Nightingale Armor

She didn’t believe in love — until silence began to speak louder than words. A slow-burn office romance following Anaya, an emotionally distant yet brilliant woman, whose life takes a turn when a new colleague silently begins to crack the armor she’s worn for years. In a world where hearts lie easily, can theirs remain honest?

When the pure lotus provoked her, she slapped her instantly, "It's just a pair of worn-out shoes. If you want them so desperately, take them and wear them." President Jones intruded with a cheeky face, "Wife, even if they're worn-out shoes, I'd only let you wear them." "Scram!" ... 【One man, one woman】Four years ago, she left in fury with the bun in her oven. Four years later— "Uncle, I noticed that your face has a gloomy look, it looks like you have excessive liver heat. It's obvious you lack a wife. Do you want to get to know my mommy?" The president who remained aloof from women looking at his mini-me, his eyes deepened. He immediately packed up the mother and child, and brought them back home, pampered them to the point of annoying everyone. Someone asked, "President Jones, isn't this a bit too unreasonable?" The president smirked coldly, "You expect me to be reasonable when pleasing my wife?" This is a story about an overbearing President Jones, who's fiercely dominant, and unreasonable in pampering his wife.

This book is about the rise of a Beast-controlling Sect disciple. There are a thousand kinds of demonic beasts, all kinds of divine arts, countless worlds, and endless Great Dao. Here, you can see the Beast-controlling Sect disciples riding Western dragons and Behemoths. You can also see the sect disciples controlling Golden-armored Zombies, Flying Yakshas, and fighting Necromancers. One by one, the different worlds will gradually unveil their mysterious veil, revealing their enchanting appearance…

A seemingly ordinary training exercise led Chen Jian and his squad into a completely different time and space. In the post-apocalyptic world, monsters run rampant, and the surviving humans struggle to live under their terrifying claws. To fight the monsters, the living have abandoned everything. Human nature no longer exists; beastliness is the mainstream. To defeat them, one must first become them. ----------------- Chen Jian was supposed to be like the others here, pursuing the maddening evolution. But, when the tungsten-core armor-piercing round first penetrated the Kui Niu's keratin armor, he suddenly discovered... Perhaps there is another way to stay alive?

As soon as he opened his eyes, Li Ming was plunged into these tumultuous interstellar spaces, where countless civilizations held their shotguns at the ready, eyeing everything in the universe with covetous intent. For him, the most crucial issue at hand was solving the problem of food and warmth. Fortunately, he could control special items and gain special ability bonuses— 【Thunderclap Armored Exoskeleton—Grade D】 【Control Effect: Power Amplification—100%】 【Control Ability—Armored Four Arms: Develops four mechanical arms to aid in combat, and amplifies control by 50% with Thunder Element.】 He could even evolve it— 【Electromagnetic Power Engine】→【Cold Nuclear Reactor】→…【Stellar Furnace】 ……… An evolutionary path with no boundaries in sight, a supreme arsenal spread across the galaxies, and a grand expedition fleet casting endless blood and fire. When Li Ming unfolded the prism wings that covered planets and fired the super-range photon lasers, and the Stellar Furnace in his chest blossomed with a brilliance far surpassing the sun’s, supported by computational power from the Quantum Photon Calculator... In the universe, countless life forms exclaimed, "Flesh is weak; ascend through machinery!" Li Ming helplessly said, "but this really isn't mechanical ascension..."

"Beatrice Valentina de Nightingale" the last concubine to enter the Harem of the king and the daughter of a wealthy Count. But actually that woman is a fake! Her real name is Esther, a woman of unknown origin. She entered the palace at the age of only 10 years. In the palace there was no one close to him except the queen. Unfortunately two years later, the queen breathed her last. The queen left her only son who was only 6 years old to be raised by Esther. She was also happy to take care of the child of the queen who she considered like her own sister. At the age of 17, all of her false identities were exposed so that Esther was forced to leave the Nightingale kingdom. Time is running fast until six years have passed. Now the weak child that Esther took care of had become a tyrannical emperor. Fate brought them together again, not as mother and child with feelings of love as family, but with feelings of love between the opposite sex. "Esther, I've loved you for a long time. Will you marry me?" "Are you crazy? I am your mother. How can you want to make this mother who has cared for and raised you your wife?" "But you're not my real mother."

Ketika si teratai murni memprovokasinya, dia langsung menamparnya, "Itu hanyalah sepasang sepatu kusam. Jika kamu sangat menginginkannya, ambil dan pakailah." Presiden Jones menyela dengan wajah genit, "Istri, meskipun itu sepatu kusam, aku hanya akan membiarkan kamu yang memakainya." "Pergi sana!" ... 【Satu pria, satu wanita】Empat tahun lalu, dia pergi dalam kemarahan dengan kue di perutnya. Empat tahun kemudian— "Paman, aku perhatikan wajahmu tampak muram, sepertinya kamu memiliki panas hati yang berlebihan. Jelas kamu kekurangan istri. Maukah kamu mengenal mamaku?" Presiden yang menjauhkan diri dari wanita itu melihat mini-me-nya, matanya semakin dalam. Dia langsung mengemas ibu dan anak itu, membawa mereka pulang ke rumah, memanjakan mereka sampai menyebalkan semua orang. Ada yang bertanya, "Presiden Jones, bukankah ini terlalu tidak masuk akal?" Presiden itu tersenyum dingin, "Kamu mengharapkan aku bersikap masuk akal saat menyenangkan istriku?" Ini adalah kisah tentang Presiden Jones yang dominan, sangat protektif, dan tidak masuk akal dalam memanjakan istrinya.

Cuando la pura flor de loto la provocó, ella la abofeteó al instante —No es más que un par de zapatos desgastados. Si los quieres tan desesperadamente, tómalos y úsalos. El Presidente Jones irrumpió con una cara descarada —Esposa, aunque sean zapatos desgastados, solo dejaría que tú los llevaras. ¡Lárgate! ... 【Un hombre, una mujer】Hace cuatro años, ella se fue furiosa con el bollito en el horno. Cuatro años más tarde —Tío, he notado que tu cara tiene un aspecto sombrío, parece que tienes demasiado calor en el hígado. Es obvio que te falta una esposa. ¿Quieres conocer a mi mami? El presidente, que se mantenía alejado de las mujeres, observando a su mini-yo, intensificó su mirada. Inmediatamente empacó a la madre y al hijo, y los llevó de vuelta a casa, los mimó hasta el punto de molestar a todos. Alguien preguntó —Presidente Jones, ¿no es esto un poco irrazonable? El presidente sonrió con frialdad —¿Esperas que sea razonable al complacer a mi esposa? Esta es una historia sobre un Presidente Jones dominante y autoritario, y desmesurado en mimar a su esposa.

Lorsque la pure lotus l'a provoquée, elle l'a giflée sur-le-champ, "Ce ne sont qu'une paire de chaussures usées. Si tu les veux tant que ça, prends-les et porte-les." Le Président Jones est intervenu avec un visage effronté, "Épouse, même si ce sont des chaussures usées, je ne les laisserais porter qu'à toi." "Dégage !" ... 【Un homme, une femme】Il y a quatre ans, elle est partie furieuse avec le petit dans son ventre. Quatre ans plus tard— "Oncle, j'ai remarqué que ton visage a une mine sombre, on dirait que tu as un excès de chaleur au foie. C'est évident qu'il te manque une épouse. Tu veux faire la connaissance de ma maman ?" Le président qui restait à l'écart des femmes, en regardant son mini-moi, ses yeux se sont approfondis. Il a immédiatement emballé la mère et l'enfant, et les a ramenés à la maison, les choyant au point d'agacer tout le monde. Quelqu'un a demandé, "Président Jones, ceci n'est-il pas un peu trop déraisonnable ?" Le président a souri froidement, "Vous attendez-vous à ce que je sois raisonnable quand il s'agit de faire plaisir à mon épouse ?" C'est l'histoire d'un Président Jones autoritaire, farouchement dominant et déraisonnable lorsqu'il s'agit de choyer son épouse.

The world bows to Eleven God-Emperors until tonight. The last rebellion begins with a whisper... and ends with the sky screaming. They were never meant to win. The throne was never meant to break. That thing watching from the eclipse? It's been waiting for them. Hayuni dances through bloodshed in silks that slit throats, her fox-spirit whispering secrets no mortal should know. Payune marches in armor fused to her flesh, the last daughter of dragons carrying a sword that eats gods.

> Genre: Fantasy, Comedy, Yuri (slow-burn) I was just trying to finish a good book... not get reincarnated into it. After binge-reading a twenty-four-volume fantasy epic without sleep, I died and woke up as Celia Averna—a spoiled noble girl and third-rate villainess who gets kicked out of the story before the real plot begins. She was meant to be a footnote. A joke. But this Celia has one advantage: she’s read the entire novel. Now armed with meta knowledge, sarcasm, and no plot armor whatsoever, I’m rewriting fate one step at a time. Surviving a magical academy, avoiding doom flags, and possibly—accidentally—stealing the heroine’s spotlight? Bring it on. After all, who says a background villainess can’t be the main character?

BURNED AS A TRAITOR. REBORN FOR REVENGE. I was the perfect noble wife... obedient, smiling, silent. Then my husband lit the pyre. My cousin wept before the crowd as flames devoured my silk gown. No one knew I carried Alaric's heir in my womb. That secret burned with me... until I opened my eyes months before it happened. I REMEMBER EVERYTHING. The betrayal. The lies. The child they stole from my future. They thought death would silence me. Instead, it freed me. Now I wear silk like armor and wield my smile like a blade. Every curtsy hides a dagger. Every laugh cuts deeper than screams. I'm dismantling their world one calculated move at a time... and they'll never see it coming. ENTER DUKE CAELAN VORENTHAL: THE WOLF OF THE NORTH. My husband's most dangerous rival. He watches me like he knows I didn't die in those flames. Like he's not afraid to dance with a woman made of fire and fury. He should be my enemy. But he's the only one who sees the storm brewing behind my courtly mask. The only one who doesn't flinch when I bare my teeth. THEY THINK I'M STILL THE GIRL THEY BURNED. THEY'RE ABOUT TO LEARN HOW WRONG THEY ARE. WHAT TO EXPECT: Reborn Noblewoman's Revenge (Second Chance/Time Loop) Political Intrigue & Hidden Bloodline Secrets Morally Grey Duke (Enemy to Obsession Romance) Court Schemes, Face-Slapping & Noble Destruction No Mercy. No Forgiveness. No Plot Armor. Updates: Daily A phoenix doesn't rise from ashes to forgive. It rises to burn everything down.

The tale of the knight in shining armor rescuing the trapped princess from the clutches of an evil monster. Together, they ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after. A theme as old as time. One that has been around since the dawn of stories. But what if the princess stuck behind bars is the monster? What if behind their beautiful and graceful facade, is a heart of cruelty devoid of all compassion and sympathy? This the tale of a knight who wishes to escape his master without knowing how his actions impact everyone around him. Author's Note: Kudos to Gemini AI for providing me with this image. This is just the concept art, nothing official for MC.

In the dead of winter, beneath a bleak sky, a lone child flees through a vast, snow-covered forest, chased by men whose swords gleam with deadly intent. His breath is ragged, his steps faltering, but he doesn’t dare slow down. With every crunch of snow beneath armored boots drawing closer, the child knows he’s running out of time. When a single misstep sends him tumbling to the frozen ground, all seems lost. His pursuers close in, their blades raised, ready to strike. But something stirs in the shadows of the forest, something ancient, something watching. The chase may have ended, but the story is just beginning.

Warning this just short story and not seriously written by novice author like me and there will be alot grammar, spelling mistakes go easy on me ok?

Velastra, the crown princess of Irithiel reborn through a deadly pact, wears cruelty like armor. Her prisoner, Cael — the dethroned prince of a fallen kingdom — endures her every punishment in silence. He is her obsession. Her possession. And perhaps, the only soul she cannot afford to lose. As lust twists into something more dangerous, their bond becomes a blade-edge dance of power, devotion and desire. When war, power and betrayal threaten to shatter what’s left of them, one truth remains: In a world built on ruin, her love is the most dangerous weapon of all.

Far in the future, in a desolate land where despite the rich and plush grass there seems to be no animals roaming around stood thousand upon thousands of soldiers they all wear similar armors, bearing similar flags, and carrying similar symbol on them. Everyong is tensed and serius while all of them are facing to one direction, towards the silent calm sea. And in the silence, where only the occasional noise of the horses are heard, a powerful sound could be heard. A beating of two pair of wings... Towards the sea a powerful gust of wind pushed the fogs away.. revealing a man.. He's wearing a light leather armor.. a contrast to the shining metalic plates the soldiers on the land wore.. His hair is as dark as the night and his eyes as deep as the night. But all eyes landed on his back as two pairs of beautiful pair of white wings each spanining for five meters each as it flaps and keeps him in the air. Suddenly a man wearing a regal and imposing black armor in the very front of the formation stepped forward and spoke. Despite him speaking in calm manner his voice could be heard all across the land. "You betrayed our country, you scum.. Prepare to die" Then the man with the wings smiled at his words and replied. "And you betrayed humanity.. o mighty ruler.. YOU prepare to die" With his reply the fog behind him splits revealing hundreds of battle ships making contact with the steep cliff. And a thunderous battle cry explodes in the field as thousands of soldiers jumped hundreds of feet in the air towards the oposing armies. And a bloody war ensues. What had led up to this?

A horror novel writer, Kaelen Verin, inherits an abandoned house on the outskirts of a modern city. No one wants to speak about its past, and the locals regard him with fear. However, what he discovers inside is more terrifying than anything he has ever written. Inside, he finds an old manuscript titled "A Broken House and Dead Bodies" – the exact title of the novel he intended to write. The problem? The book is fully written. And it tells his story. With each page he reads, the events described begin to become reality. The corpses mentioned in the text appear in the house, shadows from the past whisper impossible truths, and a cursed medieval knight, clad in broken armor, tries to kill him, accusing him of "creating him and condemning him."

A man with a lifelong martial arts background, raised in Asia due to his family's profession, moves to the US for education and work. He discovers Historical Medieval Battles through a colleague and becomes deeply passionate about it. He trains hard and becomes skilled enough to represent his country. During a competition, his armor fails, and he's struck in the head with a two-handed axe, seemingly dying. But is this truly the end?"

Seraphina Nightingale Nightshade was never the heroine. She wasn’t the villainess either—just a disposable step-sister, murdered by the brother who lost everything when the true heroine rejected him. She should have stayed dead. But in a world where magic means survival and only the rare-born Mer can bear life, Seraphina’s soul was never meant to rot in silence. She was a sealed god in human skin—until someone broke her cage. Now she’s back. Time fractures. Fate howls. And the girl who once died unnoticed rises to unmake the story that discarded her. By her side are the forgotten men—each bound by secrets, sins, and promises they were never allowed to keep. She is their moon, yes. But she is no gentle light. She is Polaris—the cold star that guides hunters through the dark. Pray you are not her prey.

Tamriel is home to many people. Life is a journey and not many walk the same path. Open to a select few is the path of the Nightingale. Nightingale's are warriors of Nocturnal who have committed themselves to stealth, secrecy, and silence. Dar Sha Rava was born into service of Nocturnal and will soon have a taste of freedom.

For a brilliant but lonely game developer, death was not a "Game Over" but the beginning of a new and brutal "New Game+". He wakes up not in heaven but in a dark cave, trapped in the body of a colossal metal-armored dragon, a war machine with a processor for a heart.

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.

He wasn't a tyrant. He wasn't a king, nor a savior, not even fully human. He was the one who killed the first hunters SSS rank. The one who caused the extinction of the ancient dragons in the Thousand-Year Massacre... fifteen thousand years ago. And now? They just call him “The Knight from the North.” Broken armor. A shut eye. A past no one dares to tell. And everything inside him... is starting to wake up again.

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.

As the 8000-year-old magical empire begins to rot from within, a warrior of humble origins rises to stand among the nobles for the first time in history. Amid legions led by mages, greedy senators, impatient gods, and a people shackled in silence, Romain’s march begins. Rising is easy... staying upright for the people is the real battle. In this tale of betrayal, politics, and war, told through the eyes of multiple characters, the fate of a single Remistra may shift the balance of the entire empire. In an age written in blood, where power collides with faith and magic rules the battlefield... Whose side are you on?

--- “In a world where soul energy defines power, Elliot—a boy haunted by loss—awakens a forbidden force known as Bloodform. At Battalion Vanguard Academy, he and his squad must unlock their Soul Armor and defy a system ruled by bloodlines, power, and secrets. But with shadows stirring within his soul, Elliot may become the weapon the world fears most—or its only hope.” ---

They lived as siblings, unaware that fate was quietly rewriting their story.

"Prophecies are meant to be fulfilled. This one was meant to be erased." At the end of Kali Yuga, the world waits for Kalki—the divine avatar fated to end the age of darkness. But fate has fractured. A new force walks the earth. Not born of prophecy. Not blessed by gods. An anomaly—unrecorded, unpredicted, unstoppable. He wears silence like armor. His past, a ghost. His strength, immeasurable. And wherever he walks, the lines of destiny begin to tremble. Some whisper he’s a myth reborn. Others fear he’s a warning written too late. But all will soon understand: He was never meant to exist… and yet, he is here. And he brings with him only one vow: “I Shall Write My Own Destiny!.”

All Elias wanted was to survive magic school—not summon a dangerously hot, blue-eyed demon with pecs like armor and a voice that drips sin. Now Rael’Zhar is in his bed, in his head, and very much in the way. Bound by blood and magic, Elias can’t get rid of him. And the worst part? He’s not sure he wants to. Power surges. Tension snaps. And when magic isn’t the thing making Elias moan, Rael’Zhar is. Possessive. Shameless. Addictive. This demon’s not just invading his life—he’s claiming it.