Dragon Age 2: Merrill Romance Novels & Stories

Can you imagine anything strong enough to break our bond? ‘No, but our bond is a dragon/rider/mate bond. It is stronger than a straight dragon/rider bond. Ember doesn’t love Merellien. She doesn’t even like or respect him. You love me with your big dragon’s heart. I know you respect me, and I know you would do anything for me. I wouldn’t have to tell you, like he told her. You know what I want and you give it to me, sometimes before I’ve consciously realized it’s something I want.’

Mercia, Mercy’s wolf was jumping for joy urging Mercy to go to their mate, she was glued on the spot and could not even hear what alpha Damien and alpha John were talking about as she was focused on Collin. He was not well dressed for the occasion compared to the people around but to Mercy he was the most well dressed and good-looking guy she is ever seen. ‘Let us go to mate please Mercy’ said Mercia excitedly ‘Did you not see that he didn’t react to us.’ Said Mercy ‘His mate he loves us, and he will acknowledge us, just let go of Damien.’ Mercy tried moving away from Damien as Mercia her wolf suggested but Damien tightened his hold on her waist.

I clenched the dagger tightly with simmering rage. "How many did we lose?"I asked again. "None came back alive, my Queen." Adrienne answered again for the fifth time. I clenched my jaw. "You have investigated like I told you to?" "Yes, my Queen. Our sources tell me it was the dragon. He burned them alive at once." I swiveled and glared at Adrienne. "Did they not tell us Neradia would be unguarded?! Did they not tell us the one with ichor in his veins would be away?!" I screamed. His eyes widened and he backed a step away.

The pretense of the lady was packed away with the lavender gown. For the first day, they rode in near silence, eating up the miles on the well-maintained post road that led east from the capital. The land was gentle, rolling, quilted with fields and orderly villages. By afternoon on the second day, the land began to shrug. The hills grew steeper, the farms more sparse, the forests thicker and darker. The air grew sharper, tasting of pine and wet stone. Makil dropped back to ride beside her as the road narrowed into a rocky pass between two shoulders of granite. “We’re crossing into the Marcher Lands,” he said, his voice low. “The King’s peace is thinner here.”

As I looked around, I noticed people wearing gold armour holding their weapons. "What's going on?" I whispered. Pulling away, William gently gripped the material of my jacket. Pulling it away from my stomach, I watched a smile form on his lips. Following his gaze I was shocked at what I saw. Where the deep wound once stood, was now just darkened flesh. The wound was gone. Looking up at the man and woman, I shook my head. "I don't understand." Moving towards me with an almost feather-like grace, the man bowed to me. "My name is King Arod, this is my Queen Meril." Gesturing to the woman behind him, I watched her curtsy to me.

He pulled me in for one last hug and gave me a kiss on the forehead. It was sad to let him go, but he went straight to my mom and asked her to dance, and I giggled as I saw them swaying to the music. I looked around, looking for my sister's and Madi. Or Caelum. And I saw him, dancing with none other than Millie, who looked so happy and infatuated with the prince. And I can't blame her. Unsurprisingly, I see Serenity dancing with a younger man. He looked familiar, and I realized he's a teen star. And they looked so deep in conversation that I didn't bother them.

says Ada as she twirls in a pretty lavender colored dress. “You think so? I have fallen in love with it,” I reply. “She’s right. That is definitely the one,” agrees Jade as she puts her Jade colored dress back on it’s hanger. I head back to the dressing room to change back into my clothes when my ears pick up a disturbing conversation. “Did you hear that dragon mutt is related to the lycan that killed our beloved King’s grandmother,” says one girl. “What! No! We can’t have the enemy as our queen, what is Aspen thinking,” replies the other.

Madissa signs to her mates, "There's Erebros. He is 3 years old. Although his hair and tail may appear black from a distance, they are actually a beautiful shade of midnight blue. He also possesses bright blue bioluminescence, but he's intentionally trying not to draw attention to himself by using it." Nerissa directs their attention to the other little mergirl who is trying her best to keep up with the older merlings during their game of tag. Nerissa signs, "That's Leandra. She is 2 years old and the youngest myling of Queen Eria." Leandra has adorable chubby cheeks, and her hair and tail showcase a gentle, baby purple color with delicate white marbling. She is dressed in a cute, short pink

I could tell she was happy and excited. “Oh Aria,” she called excitedly, “Andreous,” I couldn’t help but laugh at her excitement. Alpha Naserea stepped back and his eyes twinkled. I knew the dragons were all immortal and had many lives in many vessels, but the excitement coming from Jewels clearly said that there was a story there. The twins looked at me with curious looks on their faces, but I shook my head and mouthed later to them. That seemed to satisfy them for the moment. Alpha Naserea stepped back onto the steps and looked down at us.

, he brought a glass and handed it over to her and poured wine for her. “Thank you”, she said with a smile, she looked on at him with anticipation. “You are yet to see me become one with my favourite element, water”, he cleared his throat and bowed, “I am Lord Drago Mire”, he said in a thick funny accent, “I am a magician”, he bowed again. When he stood upright, he glared at her, “This is the point where you clap Raisel, haven’t you been to shows?” She laughed, “I’m so sorry Dragomir”, she stood to her feet and gave him a standing ovation, “Are you happy now?”