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Jon Dare, the Dragonborn of Skyrim, born 20 years before the events of the Game. He was a simple gamer that experienced yet another release of Skyrim, this time on Full-Dive VR, and died from Immersion Mods Overload. But death was only a Loading Screen. Reborn in his favorite game, this lorebeard of a player was raised in Honorhall Orphanage of Riften, trained by the Thieves Guild, and rose to be a skilled in all paths of Might, Shadow, and Magic. He journeys across Skyrim, meets the people he once knew as NPCs, and many others, discovers Tamriel and what lies behind Skyrim's borders, raises a cute talking cat, loves a woman... maybe a bit more than one woman, and does the most legendary of deeds even before Alduin strikes Helgen. So when the Dragons arrive and the world is in chaos, only he is ready. He Cultivated Magic, trained in Combat, learned in Thu'um, stuffed his pockets with Gold, and rebuilt himself a destroyed city into the strongest bastion in Skyrim. No Civil War, Aldmeri Dominion, Daedric Prince, or Evil Cults are going to stop him for not only is he the Last Dragonborn... He is Catatoskr, the Legendry Thief. He is the Champion of the Good Daedra. He is the Nephew of Sheograth, for some reason. He is Grand Thane of the High Kingdom of Skyrim. He is the Magic Disciple of the line of Divayth Fyr. He is the Richest Man in the World. He is the Ysmir, the Dragon of the North. He is Dovahkiin. And He is Ready. Also you don't need to know about Skyrim's lore to read this story. Just strap your boots, tuck your boxers, and prepare for the Epic to come. --------------------------------------------------- Find Extra Early Chapters and our Discord Server on this link... https://linktr.ee/donovel I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com, here's my RR page url: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/88262/fictions

A bitter old man gets tossed into the world of Tamriel, as a descendant of a religious madman no less, watch as he delves into the secrets of magic and explores the wonders of this danger-filled world, and with luck and a lot of magic juice possibly even beyond. This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic (or anything for that matter). English is not my native language but I think there shouldn't be too many mistakes. The story will focus on magic and exploration with most likely a bit of romance later on. The upload schedule won't be rigid, but expect five chapters a week. If you want to support me financially and get access to early chapters visit patreon.com/Rastislav156

What... What's going? I was watching a video while crossing the street... Did someone hit me? I feel so light... What's that sound? Follow my adventures as I live my new life in a beloved game that has aged perfectly due to a wonderful and dedicated modding community.

Jeleia was born into poverty, and did whatever she could to survive, be it stealing, fighting, and even selling herself for a little cash. However, she didn't hate her life; instead, she found herself enjoying the thrills. One day, after completing a play through of her favorite game, Skyrim, for the umpteenth time, Jeleia fell asleep, only to wake up to one of the games most iconic lines... "Hey you, you're finally awake." This is going to be a dark, degenerate story. There will be all kinds of debauchery inside, hence the use of the Daedric Prince of Debauchery. It is a complete Power Fantasy, and the MC, Jeleia, is playing through the world of Skyrim with all the knowledge she has from her countless hours. There will be futa, pregnancy, rape, maybe bestiality, and many, many other dark things, since the world of Skyrim is ultimately... dark. If that makes you uncomfortable, then please don't read. However, if you wish to see a completely, and utterly debauched journey in one of the most beloved games of our time, please, continue forwards...

Genre: Fantasy, Slice of Life, Action, Adventure Setting: A realistic fantasy world, post-Skyrim (4E 202 and beyond) Synopsis: Alexander Walker was a survivor—but survival came at a cost. A Navy SEAL veteran, he had already endured war, the loss of his legs, and severe injuries that left him dependent on technology to function. Then came the cancer. Stage 4 leukemia nearly took everything from him, and though he fought through grueling treatments and survived, the man who walked away was a shell of who he used to be. Weak, fatigued, and trapped in a body that no longer felt like his own, he turned to the one thing that still gave him a sense of control: gaming. His PC became his sanctuary, and among all the worlds he explored, Skyrim remained one of his favorites—an open world where he could be strong, free, and unburdened by his failing body. Then, he was given a choice. Reborn into the world of Tamriel as Rashan Sulharen, a Redguard noble, he embraces his second life not as a hero on a destined path, but as a man determined to live again. The world is real, not a game, and though he carries a system -tools to carve his own path. But fate is never so simple. Rashan is Dragonborn, a power the world may accept or reject, but before he can even think about his legacy, he must first survive. With the Great War on the horizon and darker conflicts brewing in its wake, he will have to fight—not for glory, not for destiny, but for the right to live on his own terms. Welcome to Skyrim Series: Redguard Dovahkiin! This story begins in Hammerfell, exploring Rashan Sulharen’s life before he arrives in Skyrim. My goal is to craft a realistic and immersive version of Tamriel, adding my own twists to how Skyrim’s world would function if treated as a true historical-fantasy setting rather than a game. Rashan does have a system, but it is not overpowered. It plays a role in his journey, but this is a slice-of-life experience, where growth comes through effort, learning, and survival rather than game-like shortcuts. I chose to write a Skyrim fanfiction because Naruto fanfics are oversaturated, and I haven’t seen a good Skyrim fanfic in a long time. I wanted to create something fresh, deep, and engaging while staying true to the spirit of The Elder Scrolls—but with a more grounded, realistic approach. Reviews are loved, powerstones are greatly appreciated, and non-troll comments are always welcome! I hope you enjoy the journey.

Rictus is given the choice of customizing his start in skyrim. He choices alteration magic as his skill of choice and starts in Whiterun in the Breeze home. Follow him as he figures out that this is not just like the game he once knew. Release 1 chapter every Thursday afternoon. This is basically just an idea I had where 18 people enter skyrim and each of them are given one of the skills from the game. They can level the skills just like the game making them learn it way faster than normal. As in maxing out a skill like alteration in just a couple days instead of years for normal people in the world. The other people will not be the focus of the story and some will not make it very long in a realistic Skyrim. LordValmar put together the cover art for me.

Riley has been plagued by recurring dreams of a snowy land stained with blood and fallen armored soldiers. In these dreams, she is Ellehish, a princess of the snow elves who escaped from the Nord army with her guards, only to be targeted while at sea. As their boat is about to be attacked by magic, a necklace splits her soul, sending one to Earth while the other remains in her original world. After dying in a truck accident, she returns to her world as a 16-year-old snow elf named Ellehish with white hair and pale skin. Her ultimate goal is to survive and one day reunite with her people, but her strong hatred towards the Nords may lead her down a dark path. Ellehish possesses the potential to become a great force for good or evil, with her small build and perverted tendencies hiding her true power. She has the ability to steal traits and powers from other races, as well as elder blood powers from the Witcher series and alpha powers from Teen Wolf. As Ellehish navigates the dangers of Skyrim and other realms, she uncovers mysteries that test her strength and resolve. With the help of her friends, she fights against her enemies and becomes stronger and more capable than ever before. I don't own Skyrim.

When a prayer to the Divines gives him power more than he could ever imagine, what does a regular Nord smith from Shor’s Stone mean to do with something like that? To become an Artificer, a craftsman without equal. This is the story of Gerron Ironbreaker, the blacksmith who becomes the Champion of Zenithar and the saviour of Skyrim. – The main character will have the Artificer System, a crafting type system where he will create powerful magical artifacts to use in the world of Skyrim. Plenty of these artifacts will be familiar since I’ll be taking ideas from many fandoms. Things to note: => MC is not reincarnated, he is an actual person from Skyrim given the system. => MC is not Dragonborn. The Dragonborn still exists and is running around doing their own thing. => I’ll be taking creative liberties for the world of Elder Scrolls. So if you see something you don’t recognize, it’s probably AU. Last but least, a quick disclaimer. All recognizable content here belongs to Bethesda as well as other famous worlds of fiction. I’m merely writing in the massive canvas that they already painted on.

— Excitement courses through William as he looks at the two physical game discs he just purchased. It's been a while since he heard his friends rave about the games, and they've already completed them on their own. Notably, the game itself is already 8 years old. After switching on his computer, his attention wanders to the numerous novels and manga lining the bookshelves, with a particular focus on the sections dedicated to BNHA and AOT. Soon, his eyes shift to the side, where the Witcher 3 game is neatly stored. Once he boots up the computer, he proceeds to install the game and immerses himself in it day and night, taking advantage of the summer holiday. However, on a fateful day, while strolling through the streets of his hometown, he finds his gaze drawn to the sky. A bright yellow light begins to intensify, capturing his attention, and before he can even process a final thought, William engulfed in a sudden cold darkness. — Extra Tags: Slow Paced, Magical Research, Divination, Skyrim, Witcher 3, World Not Revolving Around MC, Friendship, Political War, Minimum Presence of Deity. Possible Future Tags: Adventure, Action, Tomb Diving, High Rock, Nilfgaardian, Historic Perseverance, Developing Own Magic. My main focus in this fanfic is to fleshed-out the lore of both of this franchise (Skyrim and Witcher), and how the culture of these two people there is interacting with one another. If you search for MC that solely focused in achieving divinity, this fanfic is not it. But I also know that I will most likely put disasters upon disasters after another to make the world more interesting. So, even though power level is not my focused, I will still make the MC to improve himself further. As to why he wants to improve himself, that you must read. Since, it counts as spoiler by my standard of seeing things. —   For now, the chapters are shortened to be 1000 words so that I can collect advance chapters. —

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!