Dragon Age: Awakening Romance Novels & Stories

“Finally. The barking dog has finally finally gone mute. What a pleasure to see your rage bottled in silent pain. I can relive this day over and over and over again June.” “But there’s more, much more.” “Lia, my love, my mate and the one meant to led this clan, would you accept my unworthy self to be mated to you?” “Can I ever say no to you?” His fangs extend, fast. And he sinks them into Lia’s neck. It feels as though a hot knife is passing through my throat and I know screaming would do absolutely nothing to quench the raging fire threatening to consume me. “All hail the Luna of the Crescent Pack!”

Her silver hair shone in the evening light, and her presence brought a sense of calm to the weight of the moment. “Today, we stand at the threshold of a new era,” she began, her voice carrying over the gathered crowd. “Valeria, Aiden, Rylan, and Kade are not only uniting as mates but as leaders of our future. Together, they represent the strength of our pack and the hope of a world free from Malachai’s tyranny. This union is more than just love—it is a promise to fight for our people, for our land, and for our survival.”

I nudged her and she rose. ‘What’s your name volana?’ ‘My name is Zoe alpha.’ I nodded and we joined the pack. Liam and Lea sniffed each other before playing like pups. I released a happy howl which was echoed. **** Xander I opened my eyes and looked around. It was still dark but the moon had left. The floor was littered with bodies and food. Leila shifted, burrowing deeper into my embrace. Smiling, I pressed a kiss on her forehead. The run had ended with feasting and the feasting led to fucking. I can't remember how it started but I know it spread fast.

she hisses. I’m stuck. My hand is suspended awkwardly in the air until Khal Drogo lifts me effortlessly, like I weigh nothing at all. His large hands wrap around my torso, and the heat from his grip burns through the fabric of my dress. Now face to face, I muster all the courage I have left and mark his broad forehead with the crimson liquid. The moment I touch him, something shifts. His golden eyes, already molten, begins to ignite—the yellow brightens in color. He looks down at me with a possessiveness that makes my heart stutter, and with one word, he seals my fate.

Her hands trembled, then steadied, curling into my shirt as she pulled me closer. The heat of her mouth against mine undid me, and for a moment, I forgot the wars, the curses, the politics, the betrayal in her household. I remembered only this—Ava, pressed against me, her breath syncing with mine. When I finally pulled back, her forehead rested against my chest. She was shaking. I could feel her pulse racing like a drum. “Are you okay?” I asked softly, my voice lower than I intended. “Yes,” she said, her voice still trembling but steadying with conviction. “I am. Don’t worry about me—I’m a werewolf, Diego. You don’t have to treat me like glass.”

Dakota stepped fully inside, blue fire curling off his skin. Elijah rose slowly, body rigid, wolf fully unleashed. Two kings. Two apex forces. Two claims converging on the same trembling girl. The moment their power collided, the cabin shook violently, wards screaming under the strain. Rebel cried out again as the awakening surged, caught between them—between blood and bond, magic and wolf. Both men snapped toward her at once. “My mate,” Elijah roared. “My daughter,” Dakota snarled. They lunged—not for each other.

it was the same hypnotizing fragrance that I had witnessed during my Draphidrmia couple of centuries ago in Dragon realm… It din’t took me long form me and my Dragon both to realized that this fragrance was of our ‘DESTINED MATE’ I thought to myself and my Dragon heart started pounding so fast that I felt a swift rush in my Dragon blood to follow this fragrance…. in split second my Dragon completely forgot about his injury and flew right through the forest……. I could feel my own rush and excitement to meet my Destined mate, her mere fragrance which I had witnessed just once… JUST ONCE was making me go crazy enough to rush towards her… her hypnotizing scent that I had inhaled centuries ago s

“Inner-earth has none of the diseases that you speak of and, if they did, well, I am not prone to having sex with just anyone.” “Well, that makes me feel good and slutty!” she bellowed as she pulled on one of the tee shirts Jim provided. It was large enough to act as a nightshirt to sleep in. Tristan followed her and wrapped her in his arms. Her stiffness filled him with sorrow. “I have already explained that I am a warrior. I am not trained in the art of speaking. It is doubly difficult when it is a language that is not native to me. Please, my Chloe, understand that we are not just anyone having sex together. I have repeatedly told you that we are soulmates and I have known you in this

she whispered, voice trembling, heart pounding. A low growl escaped him, a sound of both need and warning. His lips descended on hers, softer at first, testing, then urgent as she responded, arching into him. Their kisses deepened, tongues and teeth tracing the familiar rhythm of their shared passion, hands roaming as if mapping territory already known but always thrilling. They sank onto the mossy forest floor, bodies pressed together, and for a moment, the world outside the glade ceased to exist. His golden eyes met hers, flashing with a mix of fire and desire, the dragon within him stirring at her presence.

After kissing her on the cheek, he left. Arya heard the door closed and a long time later, she looked at her watch. It was still not yet 7.30 am. She sat up for a while before she was fully awake. Oh yes, her Mr. Poisonous Tongue goes to work very early in the morning. However, is it not the usual practice that first thing in the morning, the hero and heroine would hug each other and talk about love shyly and then say their goodbyes reluctantly?