Blood Magic Dragon Age: Inquisition Novels & Stories

I never expected it to do more. “Why now?” Dagen demands. I meet his eyes finally. “Because if I didn’t… she would’ve killed me. Because you demanded I fucking fight and something, somewhere inside of me snapped and did what you asked!” Silence falls again. Dagen doesn’t look away, but something in his gaze shifts. Not anger. Not disgust. Something more dangerous. Curiosity. Calculation. “Magic like that,” Rael says, choosing his words carefully, “doesn’t just appear. It’s blood-bound. Lineage. Ancestral.”

The witch whispered an incantation and the vial began to glow as the blood swirled, mixing in the vial. A single moment stretched into an eternity and then, the mixture flared bright green. It was the unmistakable symbol of Dragon blood. The witch gasped softly as Gregory’s eyes widened, his jaw loosening in shock. Stephanie felt her stomach drop, her pulse skipping in her throat while Davies closed his eyes. It was not triumph, not arrogance either but in relief. Pure, exhausted relief. “The child is of Dragon lineage, this man is his father.” The witch announced and silence settled in the atmosphere like a heavy curtain.

“Enough that any wyrm who comes close enough will catch the scent.” Mark? Her gaze moved down to the pale underside of her forearm that she presented. He wanted her to spill her own blood? And from the sounds of it, a lot. Was he insane? This sounded like a magic ritual, a blood ritual. And yes, she understood that dragon riders seemed to all possess some degree of magic, and indeed, that it was a condition of their selection in the first place, but she wasn’t a mage. Whatever magic she possessed was instilled deep in her bones as a passive force, not a channeled one, other than the occasional burst of power she could summon forth.

Her breath caught from the pain but she forced herself to continue. Her blood dripped into a small bowl in front of her, which she then dipped the knife into before using it to etch symbols and runes into the ground. There was a strange feeling flowing through her, pulsating from her core to the wound on her hand. She felt dizzy, her energy draining quickly. It was the blood magic, the power pulling directly from her instead of some other source, and she finally understood the full extent of the risk she was taking. To use a part of herself in the magic meant that if she wasn’t careful, it truly could drain her of her very life source.

They coalesced into ribbons, then into streams, rushing upward toward the Spire like a reverse waterfall. The Council Elders watched in horror as the blood of their soldiers mixed with the blood of the rogues. In death, there were no factions. Only fuel. The blood swirled around Morrigan, a cyclone of crimson fluid. She shaped it with her mind, sweating blood from her own pores. " Pons Sanguineus! " she shrieked. She thrust her hands toward the cracking vortex. The blood shot forward. It didn't form a ramp. It formed spheres—stepping stones of surface tension and dark magic—leading straight into the maw of the collapsing dimension.

Draegon smiled. He withdrew a dagger, the blade black as night, coated in a pulsing crimson substance. Bloodbane. The forbidden mixture only Bloodfang dared use. A poison. A stimulant. A curse. “Awaken,” Draegon whispered. He sliced his palm with the blade, letting blood drip onto the floor. Immediately, the Ravagers stirred. Chains clattered. Breathing intensified. Growls thundered through the chamber.

"I swear if you hurt her I'll rip your throat out." "Empty threats from a chained wolf," Darius observed. "How predictable." One guard grabbed Nyx's arm while the other produced a syringe filled with liquid that glowed faintly green, and my heart stopped because I recognized that glow from my mother's old stories about dragon blood and how it could be weaponized. "What is that," Nyx demanded while trying to pull away. "A catalyst," Darius explained. "Something to trigger the dormant dragon magic in your blood and force it to the surface whether you're ready or not."

He rushed to the expert of the Fiends. The expert of the Blood race sneered, and the sea of blood around him spread out. The sea of blood roared angrily, made a magic signet with both hands, and a terrifying blood dragon rushed out of the sea of blood. It bared its fangs, brandished its claws, and pounced on Flaming Qilin. Flaming Qilin was surrounded by flames. His hands turned into claws and recklessly collided with the blood dragon. He grabbed the dragon horns with both claws, and the flames swept over.

"What happened, and how did the powerful magic throw us off balance?" "If my suspicions are correct, then this explains why Ella is having difficulty accessing her dragon powers," Dad explained. When I looked at him, he continued, "I believe Ella carries mixed blood magic. Her father is likely from the warlock lineage or something similar. Her blood magic prevents her from fully connecting with her dragon. When her dragon attempted to reach out to her, the protective magic within her blood must have caused her to faint due to its immense power."

Finally understanding that he was gradually losing, and no matter what he did he couldn't harm the shadow warrior, Hades flew up into the air and raised his arms into the blood red sky. A surge of power blasted out of the clouds and circled the devil's body. Blood magic. The devil's eyes flew open and his black gaze landed on the earth dragon shifter that was battling against the titan. He stretched his arm towards the dragon and the blood magic followed his move, surging through the air until it struck the earth dragon. There was a loud roar as the dragon was slammed into the ground. The blood magic disappeared into its body, turning it instantly into something else. Something evil.