Dragon Age 2: Merrill Romance Novels & Stories

This dragon was hers. She was right. She was always right, dragon blood did flow with her. Not the men of Kronos but she, Mare, a child of Baryn, slave of the Vallezarii king of Arlankis.

“You’re wondering if we’re real. Half-dragon. Half-wolf. We are. And no, Princess, it isn’t a myth.” I swallowed hard. Every instinct screamed at me to argue, to deny. But their eyes… those dragon eyes… they didn’t lie. “Why are you here?” I asked finally, voice tighter than I meant. “I thought we mentioned that before?” Mirabel sighed. Draven’s smirk grew wider. “Because we’ve been waiting for him.” His chin jerked toward Orion. “And, apparently, for you too.” Draven stepped forward. “Thornveil’s got its own mess. Rumors of war with Ashmore. Something about land territory.”

2021, February 17th (Imperium, Warlanda) “I’m standing in Imperium International Airport, awaiting the return of the Archduchess of Imperium, Her Grace, Keira Dormer. The excitement coming off of the crowd, hoping for a glimpse of Her Grace, is riveting. Perhaps more so owing to the rumours that Her Grace brings with her the future Archduke of Imperium, His Highness, Prince Aaron Condor. Will Warlanda and Terres Somnia finally succeed in joining hands after two failed engagements between His Majesty, King Troy Pierce and Her Highness, Princess Caroline Condor? Stay with me and the astounding crowd that’s gathered here today to find out.” (Caines, Terres Somnia) “You can’t be serious!” James

"'I... I think I'm remembering something. Although I never saw the male, I was where the dagger was being transported to an alpha wolf of the Dawn Pack or something." "The Reddawn.'"Jorah's panics as he looks at Draven, saying, “We encountered him on the way here, and for a moment, Myra and I were separated; it must have happened then,” he presumes. “Ruben,” Rage is evident on the alpha's face. He stands up with a growl, his eyes holding a death promise. He takes Myra’s hand, sealing it with a kiss to her cold palm, a kiss that makes a promise.

ruls travel young mistress?” Rori looked at the smiling transparent face in front of her, and then she glanced at Murdok who gave her a slow but reassuring nod. Rori turned to Calder and beamed, “ ok, yes, that sounds nice,” Calder hummed and held out his arm, motioning toward the door “shall we then my lady?” Rori followed Calder from the room and as the two of them disappeared into the dark beyond Arthur hummed a mischievous laugh as Murdok stood and rubbed his face with both hands, “ I wouldn't believe if I didn't see it myself, the great and terrible dragon, Murdok the bloody, mercenary of the Vail collapses to his knees and offers the heart of his mountain to a small girl.” The sound o

And now— now she was a lonely soul, waiting for the impending marriage with Lord Alex. Meryl came back to the bed. She pulled her knees to her breasts and wrapped her hands around them. She rocked herself as if to find comfort but for the whole night, she couldn’t sleep a wink. Her thoughts ran back to the two dragons again and again and then to how Tere insulted her, how she called her a whore, a royal whore. Tears came out of her eyes at how mean Morana was. What was the need of talking about Brishor’s history with her unless she wanted her to be jealous? And Meryl had felt a sharp stab of jealousy in her heart. She had felt the bitterness of emotions at the back of her throat. The clouds

He can't believe they are facing a trouble like this, right now after so many years of living peacefully. On the other hand, Xiomerrah is on a deep sleep with a nightmare. She saw Dawn being caught by the blurred images of two men. They were dragging her best friend into dungeon, push her into the cold cemented floor of dungeon. And to her surprise, Dawn transformed into a big monstrous mammal with fangs. Then, there's a man who have a long whip and use it to beat her up. The wolf growls. Then, he whips her again and again until time, the wolf lost her strength and fainted. She was back into her human form. She has bruises, contusion and a cut on her neck and leg that is now bleeding. She lo

“Not tonight, witch.” Mirelda’s scream tore through the forest. It was not human—it was the death cry of something ancient, bound to the woods themselves. Her blood poured over the earth, black and smoking, sinking into the soil. The ground heaved, roots twisting violently as if the forest itself rejected her fall. Thorne staggered mid-duel, the death of her sister breaking her concentration. Her shadows faltered. Eloria seized the opening, both hands crackling with raw lightning. With a snarl, she hurled the bolt into Thorne’s chest.

"They won't find the mist. The iron took it." "The iron took the energy " Jasmine countered, her tone sharp with the reality of a soldier who had seen too many tactical retreats turn into massacres. "It didn't take the hatred, Elara. Aaron’s people spent years building this frontier to get away from the mages and the wolves. Now their lights are out, their defensive shields are. They’re sitting in the dark with the Blackwood remnants hiding in their hills. Who do you think they’re going to blame when the sun comes up?"

Or maybe it was because, this close, I could see the golden flecks in his green eyes. Or maybe it was his lips. They looked particularly soft and there was a little sheen of sweat on the bow that drove me crazy. I wanted to lick it off. It could have been any of those things. Either way, what I did next was particularly embarrassing. I moaned.