Which Dragon Age Inquisition Fanfics Delve Into Cullen And Dorian'S Unlikely Friendship Turning Into Love?

Ciara had one job: secure her engagement to the Alpha's heir. She failed. Rejected at the mating ball and left to freeze in the snow by her own father, she's saved by the last person she expected—Draven Stormclaw, the notorious bastard son everyone fears. His price for her rescue? Marriage. He claims he wants the scandal. A way to humiliate the brother who cast her aside. But the way he looks at her—the careful touches, the fierce protection, the warmth hidden beneath his cold reputation—tells a different story. As Ciara is pulled deeper into Draven's dangerous world, she begins to suspect he's hiding something. That his reasons for saving her run far deeper than revenge. But with her eighteenth birthday approaching—the day she'll finally sense her true mate—time is running out for secrets. Because some bonds are written in the stars. And some are forged in snow and desperation.

After being rejected by her fated mate and betrayed by her best friend, Nyra Storm runs away from The Crescent Moon pack, vowing never to return. She was left heartbroken with a secret in her belly that could change her life forever. Soon, she builds a new life far from the world of wolves. Years later, fate pulls her back to the very pack she swore to never return to—this time with a son who carries a powerful legacy and a heart that has learned to survive betrayal. Draven Black, the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, regrets the day he let Nyra slip through his fingers. When an ancient threat resurfaces, endangering his pack and the future he fought to protect, he’s forced to face the one woman who holds the key to their salvation. Nyra. But Nyra is no longer the meek, heartbroken wolf he rejected—she’s stronger, wiser, and has learned to love herself without him. Will Draven win her back before time runs out, or will the dangers and threats tear them apart forever?

“Why does everyone assume I need a tragic backstory to justify what I am?” Adrian said, strolling slowly toward me like he had all the time in the world. His eyes locked on mine as he continued, “Oh no, honey. It isn't because mummy dearest died giving birth to me. Or because dear old dad was too busy to tuck me in at night" He stopped when he was directly in front of me. So close that his tall frame was towering intimidatingly over me. I lifted my chin stubbornly to look him in the eye, refusing to cower. He smirked at that, his hand going to swipe a stray strand of hair from my face. “Some of us,” he murmured, “are not broken.” His eyes darkened. “Some of us are just simply… evil.” ~ I was dragged to the execution block in chains, accused of being a monster the world had erased. Then the Alpha's wolf claimed me as mate and forced him to halt the execution. In a world where hybrids were hunted to extinction, I was the last mistake left alive. The last thing Lucien Dreadmoor wanted was his mate being the single weapon that could completely wipe out wolves from existence. The bond tied us together anyway, trapping me in his keep, his rules, his control. He called it protection. I called it a cage. As war stirs at the borders and a vampire prince begins circling, whispers spread that my blood could start another war… or end it. The Alpha wants to break the bond. The Vampire wants to claim me. And somewhere between fate and freedom, I must decide which monster I am willing to stand beside… and which one I am willing to become.

Fated mates yet destined to be at each other's throats. *** Alpha Alaric despised his mate, Castellana Sullivan. Not because she was a rank lower than him, but because vampire blood coursed through her veins. For the alpha, it was a taint to their pureblood lineage. Ironically, Castellana was the only cure to the curse tormenting him. With a third party impossible to eliminate in their already messed up relationship, peace and compromise were far from reach.

My alpha mate rejected me but my vampire mate wants me. Will I stay with one or try to have both. Damon or Dominic such a hard choice to make.

My sister Isolde and I used to be human. The twin vampire princes, Caelum and Dorian, turned us and married us. The entire vampire world celebrated. Two human sisters, personally turned by the Crown Princes? It was the highest honor a mortal could receive. We believed we were loved. We were fools. Five months into my pregnancy, I was attacked by a group of exiled vampires in the forest beyond our territory. I called Caelum nine times. He didn’t pick up. The exiles circled me, cutting into my arms and legs with blades that burned. Pain tore through my body. I called a tenth time. This time, Caelum’s cold voice came through: “Haven’t you had enough? Vivienne is being tracked by hunters. Stop bothering me.” Vivienne was the human girl that both princes truly loved. The one who had refused to be turned. With nothing to stop them now, the exiles closed in. Their leader drove a blade into my stomach. I watched the light leave my body from the inside out, and felt my unborn child die. When I was close to death, my sister Isolde found me and fought the exiles off. But there were too many. Isolde was badly wounded. She called her husband Dorian for help. All she got was: “Looking for Vivienne. Don’t bother me.” Isolde carried me and ran. A storm hit and we were caught in the open at dawn—deadly for wounded vampires. The border patrol found us just in time. We barely survived. When I woke up in the infirmary, my first thought was simple: Sever the bond.