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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...

Ben was having the worst day of his life—then he died. But instead of moving on to whatever comes next, he woke up in the Wizarding World as Benedict Brown, the alternate male version of Lavender Brown. Which is... concerning, because Lavender Brown did not have a great time during the Second Wizarding War. On the bright side, he’s apparently the Dovahkiin. And he has a Skyrim shop system. So, you know, pros and cons. Can he survive Hogwarts, Death Eaters, and whatever else this world throws at him? Or will he end up as werewolf chow just like Lavender? One thing’s for sure—he’s going to loot everything that isn’t nailed down. --- Release Schedule: 4 chapters per week. TUE THU SAT SUN --- If you enjoy my work, please consider supporting me at patreon.com/DreamyApe. My writing will always be free to read, and your support helps me keep it that way. It truly means a lot! ---

A modern engineer wakes up in the last place he expected: the body of a newborn in the war-torn world of The Elder Scrolls. Now, trapped in a child's body with a grown man's mind, he must navigate a world of ancient prophecies, civil war, and magical secrets, using his unique knowledge to survive and carve out a new life in the harsh land of 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.

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.

(20 Chapters More Go Check On P-Tang12!!!) Alex is an avid Skyrim player, he have played the game numerous times and roleplays all kinds through it with mods of course. But when he was trying to break the games economy with a bucket, a vendor, and a prayer, his computer electrify him to death and when he woke up, he wasnt Alex anymore, but Aerion a High Elf or an Altmer for those hardcore Skyrim roleplayer or lore lover. To his happiness, he also wasn't the Dragonborn, because while spamming shouts of FUS ROH DAH are fun, being the center of attention of literally the entire world is a pain in the ass if ist real world and not a game world. Now he found himself have a system and mods, what can these transmigrated gamer do with the powers bestowed upon him, will he break the real world like in the game or something else, found out by following his journey across the land of Tamriel.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.