Dragon Age Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

In my horrified gaze as I was spun away from certain doom I took in the imagery of a huge dog, hyena like beast as it scrambled out onto the rocky promontory where I had just been standing. It desperately fought to hold its momentum, but there were too many loose stones and with claws scraping it went over the edge with a howling screech. That wasn’t the end of it though. Taino was spinning back the other way and I was being spun along with him even as a second snarl erupted from somewhere close by. I watched as spear in hand he drove it into the breast of another of the hyena like creatures. A third beast leaped forward and literally bit through the shaft of the spear impaling the heart of

Tristan replied as he pointed at the folder. Marcus raised an eyebrow. “Very well … you’ve mentioned earlier about a dragon hunter guild, the one you believe your father had joined.” “That’s what my mother told me,” Tristan said, then he shrugged, “She might’ve lied about it … but it’s the only lead I have.” “The dragon hunters are most likely found in the country of Drava … beyond the western seas of our country. You won’t find anyone here, young man. The dragons in the north had long been dead.”

The fire in her hair was tamed, streaked with a silver I didn't recognize, a mark of the trauma she’d endured. I remembered it all. The biting cold of the ice. The crushing weight of the snow. The faces of my dead guards. I had been sent on a diplomatic mission that turned into an ambush. I was left for dead, my own powers frozen and useless, until two figures appeared from the sky. A magnificent silver dragon and a girl with hair like a living flame. *“Hold on tight.”*

I sighed again. “WHAT?!” Ayla nervously asked me. “Exactly what my reaction too. JD is explaining to them everything about Dark Knight. Be ready to have cousins on our agents.” I seriously told Ayla. “Oh no…” she muttered and shook her head. I hug her again. Things just got complicated. I knew that something bad may happen. And it did. I sighed again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3RD PERSON Cupid is munching chips as he tries to hack the electric fence of Black Dragon’s place. Atlas is just lying down beside him.

Marcus stated flatly, “especially when one of the dormant bloodlines starts randomly writing about our kind to true for human consumption even if they believe it to be fiction, the crypto DragonCoin drop something is going on, I just hope that our physical dragon coins don’t start loosing their power to conceal our true nature from the everyday person.” Xaihuang's laugh was soft but sharp, like metal scraping stone. "Ah yes, the great Marcus Chen, ever the traditionalist despite his modern affectations." He turned to Casey, his bronze eyes glittering. "Has he told you what you are yet, my dear? Or is he still playing the mysterious protector?" Casey looked between them, her heart hammering.

Entry to the Dragon realm was strictly by appointment only after the great civil war that ended a few years ago. We all piled into the carriage. Darian and Dragus sitting on either side of me on one bench, and Theo and Hunter on the opposite side. I snuggled into Dragus’ side while wrapping one hand in Darian’s. Dragus wrapped his arm over my shoulder as the dragon guards all flanked both carriages on the outside. Finally, the guards in dragon form stood up and shook themselves before we began to rise in the air and set off towards the Dragon realm portal. From my understanding, there were several portals around the world, all connected to different parts of the magical realms. Each one coul

After he nodded, I began delivering the story, "Arden, the name of the snake dragon who is our novel's male lead. He is the most powerful dragon on Mount Tateyama, one of Japan's holiest mountains. Arden has the ability to shapeshift into a human form in order to deceive other civilizations and conquer it. After conquering those nations, he will turn the population into slaves and murder all who oppose him. While conquering nation after nation, he got stronger and more indestructible, to the point where others began to fear him. As his name implies, he rose to become Lord of the land. While conquering the country, he comes across a kingdom ruled by a small group of people. When Arden takes h

Where they surrendered the part of themselves even war could not scorch: softness. She had never believed them. Those stories were remnants of older times, when dragons ruled openly and magic threaded through the bones of the world. Silly things. Fairy tales. But standing here—surrounded by gold and heat and the scent of Rhazien—she knew this was real. This wasn’t legend. It was declaration. And he had made it for her.