Dragon Age Inquisition Blood Mage Novels & Stories

“Enough that any wyrm who comes close enough will catch the scent.” Mark? Her gaze moved down to the pale underside of her forearm that she presented. He wanted her to spill her own blood? And from the sounds of it, a lot. Was he insane? This sounded like a magic ritual, a blood ritual. And yes, she understood that dragon riders seemed to all possess some degree of magic, and indeed, that it was a condition of their selection in the first place, but she wasn’t a mage. Whatever magic she possessed was instilled deep in her bones as a passive force, not a channeled one, other than the occasional burst of power she could summon forth.

After all, holy blood is useful for a mage like him. "Yes..yes... Alright."

“Mentally stable?” “Our ruling council lost their Mage representative because he bungled handling a cursed journal. Now he’s getting the mage version of medical help for it. I know the mage that is taking over his duties until he gets better. He also the leading authority on life/death magic. It’s also called blood magic, and just so you know, its practice in any form or under any name is outlawed. So, if we find that these assholes are still active, we need to back off and call in the mage exterminators.”

"Well, go on." "Jezzebelle WILL ascend the throne no matter what, and immediately start learning her black magic. I am pretty sure she wouldn't mind a few lessons and starting since I head she was powerful as a vampire, I am wondering if she would be powerful as a mage since we have the top bloodline as mages."

“Fox bloods excel in illusion magic, most have fire, they’re the more powerful of the beast bloods.” “Specifically,” Dimitris interrupted, “what about their fire?” “It’s an ancient fae flame. Many healing potions are fueled by it.” “And?” “And-” Garmesh looked over to me, his eyes pleading for me to say anything if only to take attention away from him.

asked Pawn Clara. "Blood pulse," replied Pawn Moirai. "What?!" exclaimed Pawn Clara, her mouth hanging open. "Knight Eloise was the only one in the entire vampire society who could use this magic," explained Pawn Moirai with a smile, attempting to close Pawn Clara's gaping mouth with her finger. Blood Pulse is a rare magic in which one manipulates blood into solid weapons by giving it elemental properties and using it as a fire blast. "You both should use your tongue less and your hands more. When a corner is visible, stand together with your heads close." Upon Bishop Eloise's words, both of them bowed their heads and were about to go the other way, but she stopped them.

My heart hammers against her back, and I don’t let go—not yet. Kael drops to one knee beside the pedestal, fingers tracing the now-dimmed runes with careful precision, her rogue instincts cutting through the tension like a blade. “Old royal magic,” she says, voice low, the usual spicy edge muted by caution. “Blood-locked. Needs the heir’s line to claim it.” She glances up at Liora, amber eyes glinting with respect and a hint of mischief. “Spill a drop, princess. It’ll know you.” She shoots Dax a quick wink. “Don’t look so worried, Beta Boy. I’m not planning to blow us all up today.”

POV: ARACHNE I feel it before I even see it. The air around Mia shivers, almost like it’s alive, and a pulse of something wild threads through the quiet. My stomach twists, just as my chest tightens. The suppression spell falters, not violently, not like it’s breaking but just enough for me to know something has shifted. Something has changed. “No. No, no, no,” I mutter under my breath, stepping closer to the runes etched into the floor. My fingers hover above the sigils and I can feel the subtle, jagged bleed of energy where it should not be. My heart thumps faster.

Ryan asked sharply from behind us. The mage gaze swept the crowd before returning to me. “The kind that does not merely target an Alpha.” A beat. "The kind that targets bloodlines." Silence thickened. I felt Mara wolf stir beneath her skin white power responding instinctively to the implication. My voice remained steady. “Why warn us?” The mage held my gaze for a long moment. Then slowly he removed the leather cord from around his neck. A small metal insignia dropped into his palm etched with ancient alchemic markings I recognized immediately.

The Blood Moon final omen of their line. The air shimmered. Circles of salt and blood marked the ritual’s edge, glowing faintly beneath the eclipse’s dim light. Around them stood sentinels of the old faith hooded figures Bianca had summoned from the hidden convents of the Order of Ash. They murmured low incantations in a tongue older than language itself. Luna stepped barefoot into the center of the sigil. Her white dress trailed behind her like mist, soon catching streaks of red as she sliced her palm with the sacred dagger. Her blood fell in perfect rhythm with the moon’s pulse.