Dragon Age Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It can be used to destroy as its power is limitless. The last dragon was in love with a Lycan called Starci. My mother didn’t like her and sensed evil in her. So to save her friend, she told Vilkas that he was being deceived by her, but he didn’t listen. Vilkas left the kingdom after arguing with my mother and followed Starci blindly, believing that they were fated to each other. But they weren’t.

If she could look at me the way she was now every morning I would be one happy dragon. “No fun,” Daine mouthed to me as he continued drinking. Tangle was beside him now, Daine’s hand now in his. I internally smiled, thinking about how Odessa scolded Daine. He deserved it and if she doesn’t put him in his place, I know my dragon will. One more interruption from him. I don’t think I could hold back from knocking him on the ground.

After that incident, the thoughts of becoming a dragon consumed me day and night. When I was a teenager, Meagan told me of the curse. She also explained how she came to finally love the dragon after he stole her from everything she knew. She wistfully said that one day a very lucky woman would be Tahr's mate, transcend, and fly by his side forever. I lived by those words. It didn't matter that the lucky woman needed to be a chosen bride; my imagination built a different story. One where I became a dragon. The mate stuff, not so much. I wanted Tahr but at the time I wasn't fully aware of what that meant. I wanted my own castle and land to control. It all changed when he held my hand and took

I used my memory-altering tools to extract the whereabouts of the moon dragon nation, creating a fake war in his head that he had to fight against them so he saw them as the enemy and not as his family. Because of that, every time Daax looks at Thalan, his lip curls, and a low growl forms in his chest. He will never trust his moon dragon cousins because of a nightmare I placed in his mind. I could blame Segundus for my sins, but that wouldn't be accurate. Regardless of the person holding the leash, it was still me who performed those acts. I could have fought back harder. I could have let him kill me or torture me rather than do those horrible things. I could have fought the programming in t

After that incident, the thoughts of becoming a dragon consumed me day and night. When I was a teenager, Meagan told me of the curse. She also explained how she came to finally love the dragon after he stole her from everything she knew. She wistfully said that one day a very lucky woman would be Tahr's mate, transcend, and fly by his side forever. I lived by those words. It didn't matter that the lucky woman needed to be a chosen bride; my imagination built a different story. One where I became a dragon. The mate stuff, not so much. I wanted Tahr but at the time I wasn't fully aware of what that meant. I wanted my own castle and land to control. It all changed when he held my hand and took

I asked flirtatiously. “You're not going to dissuade me,” Drago said before giving me a kiss on the forehead. “I do have something nice for you,” I said flirtatiously and lifted the dress to show off the stockings. “I hope you like it.” Drago whispered a curse between his teeth, and I laughed. When we got back to the party, I danced with my four mates, and in the middle of the dance floor, I had a vision of what my life was going to be like. I was going to have five children. Vampire twins who would be a pain in everyone's ass with their antics, a charming wolf would be central to their relationship, a sweet and kind sorceress would become a priestess, and a bad-tempered dragon would take af

“I gave her the poison recipe. I opened the passage under the east tower. I thought… if the bond broke, you would see reason. Choose strength over sentiment.” Kael advanced, slow, predatory. “You thought wrong.” Jorah didn’t flinch. “Darius showed me the prophecy scrolls. The full ones, not the fragments the elders keep. A hybrid bride rises, born of forbidden blood. She either unites the packs under one unbreakable rule… or she tears them apart in civil war. The Ironfangs believe the second. I believed it too.” Elara’s claws extended instinctively. “And now?” Jorah met her eyes, gray storm meeting silver fire. “Now I’m not sure. You fought at the stones. You took arrows for him. You didn’t

I dress as properly as possible. Clyde disclosed that he knew Zenith was trying to manipulate him and he was just trying to act the way she wanted and wanted to see what she would do. “Dragons are not so weak, especially a blue Basilisk,” he had said proudly. I could feel it through our newly formed bond and it both overwhelmed and relieved me. I was not sure what to expect since I have heard stories of mates like Vampire and Werewolf, A seer and a werewolf but never a bond with a dragon, well not until I heard about Lativia. However, I think it is not very different from these bonds.

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

Bethel sounded almost deranged. Seraphina looked from Bethel to Rose and Melanie who were all stood waiting. Seraphina felt her cheeks flush under their stares and then slowly started to pull the arms of her dress down to reveal the large silver dragon that started on her left shoulder and gradually made its way across her chest, stopping slightly before where her Dhampir markings sat.