Dragon Age: Inquisition Best Romance Novels & Stories

“You’ve divorced James, and he’s no longer your husband. What do you mean I’ve stolen your man? I like him, and I’m in love with him. He’s single now, so why can’t I be with him?” “Quincy, you scheming b*tch. You knew that James was the Black Dragon but didn’t tell me. Instead, you kept encouraging me to divorce him. I see now. You’ve been waiting for this to happen. I’m telling you, you and James will never happen. He’s mine, and no one else can take him from me.” Hearing Thea’s words, Quincy was rendered speechless. Thea did not understand James at all. The person she liked was the Black Dragon, the War God of Sol.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

“I just have to say that Drago Terranova is my other mate and I ask that you express yourself respectfully of all of them.” Inna raised her eyebrows and then looked at Rose in disbelief. “Is the thousand-year-old beast from the ancient bard’s tale real?” asked Inna, and Rose nodded, laughing. I wasn't getting it at all and then Inna went straight to arguing with Connor for not introducing her hero to her. “What just happened?” asked Rose uncomprehendingly. “Drago is the protagonist of an ancient Bardic legend,” said Rose. “In the legend, it tells of a dragon who guarded the ancient world and always waited for love; that's why he helped couples so they could be happy.”

I mentally read the written scriptures engraved into the walls of the ancient goddesses room, my fingers caressing and tracing every engraved lines tenderly. My name is Aurora and I am the daughter and only child to Queen Melinda and King Remera Aumero and heir to the throne and ruler of the seven swords and seas of Eldrador. The night seemed completely strange, I couldn't sleep. I seemed to have been awakened by something, for a reason. I turned to the side and watched through the window the familiar sight of the mountains peeking over the trees. A mirage distorts the view beyond the window shields, and it’s impossible to tell where the asphalt ends and the ocean begins.

My mate and her new chosen, that fucking Dragon prince Max, are engulfed in each other’s embrace. Damon goes on wild beast mode as I fight the urge to shift right now. I was also fuming here with this show of love of my mate for another man. I clenched my jaw and balled my fist tightly as claws dug in my flesh and blood dripping on the floor when that fucking dragon kissed what’s mine! I fought the urge to burn the whole fucking world to the ground. How could she kiss him back? I lost all my senses as a vicious growl of pain erupted from me. Burning my heart with the silver.

“And when we finally escaped, after she healed me, I marked her, thinking she was an Alpha wolf. As soon as I felt her power, I knew I was mistaken. I was angry and I felt betrayed, but the reality was, I never gave her a chance to tell me who she really was before I marked her. I let my emotions drive my actions and I nearly lost my mate and daughter because of it. Does that sound like someone you know?” “I guess,” I say, struggling to make the connection. “Iniko is letting his emotions of anger and hurt drive his behavior. Like me, he chose to run off. Stupidly, he’s done it twice now, but he’s not mated to a fire dragon, he’s mated to a water dragon hybrid. If he were mated to a fire drag

"He found his dragon, Dominic." Dominic turned his head, his molten gold eyes burning with endless, fierce devotion as he looked down at his wife. He lowered his face, burying his nose against her neck, pressing a deep, possessive kiss into her skin, inhaling her scent of winter clover and radiant frost-fire into his lungs.

it feels so right, so true. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to mine, "Please tell me you feel it," he said, and for the first time, I could answer that question. My Lycan came back to me, because of him, and I could feel it, without a speck of doubt... Urien Dragnoir was my fated mate. "I do feel it," I said, and he smiled. His eyes shifted, glowing with the deep green of his dragon's. "Mine," he growled, his voice mixed with the roar of his beast, making me tremble in his arms.

, before I could finish the words in my mouth, he held my cheeks with his both hands and placed his lips on mine, as gently as possible. My eyes widened in shock, and I couldn't believe what was happening, but the softness of his lips made me quite sure that I wasn't dreaming or hallucinating. It was no marijuana effect, it was real, Basil was kissing me. I closed my eyes and melted into the kiss, kissing him back as we both passionately slammed against each other's lips. He sucked the upper part of my lips and I concentrated on the lower part of his, while our tongues danced the dance of dragons. I was pretty sure mine was vahgar, prince Aemond’s dragon, and his was Caraxes, prince Daemon’s

She didn't know who it was but the voice showed that the person she had just bumped into was a wealthy, domineering, and power-filled man. She disengaged quickly and her face met with an extremely handsome man. His eyes were so blue, that he would be contesting with the sea. His hair was dark and wavy. His nose was pointy and beautiful. His lips were pink and full. And his body was well built, slender, and beautiful. It was Warren Lannister. She had seen him a couple of times on social media but she had never met him in real life until now. Looking at him, she felt like backing away. She wished the floor would just open and swallow her up because it was better than the intimidating aura that