Dragon Age: Inquisition Cullen Romance Novels & Stories

Elianna would enter veiled, guarded, distracted by ceremony; Cassandra would enter armed with secrets. She unrolled the parchment the apothecary had slipped beneath her door. Venin d’Aube—a dawn-coloured tincture that sealed itself in flesh like liquid fire, paralyzing the lungs beneath a perfume of roses. A single drop on the barbs of a training javelin would finish a dragon, the chemist had sworn. Cassandra would need only to nick Elianna’s skin. In the chaos of choreographed combat, who would notice a scratch that never bled?

Ruby, who was right there, lunged toward him as he came to. "Honey, you're awake! I'd love you forever, even if you turned into a hen." However, Sean did not even glance at Ruby; his intense gaze was all for me. "Sloane, I'm so sorry. I didn't see my mistake until now. "Ruby and I, we may have had a wedding, but we're not legally married. Please, save me. "Save me, and the Gilbert fortune is yours." Keith heard that and pulled me close, his kiss marking his claim.

The flames took quickly, warm and strong, shedding light on the mossy walls and half-collapsed arches above. Lucien dragged a half-burnt bench over from the courtyard wall, flopping down on it with the Aurelian text he’d nicked from the library earlier that afternoon. Nora curled up next to him, tucking her head into his lap while he read to her in between long, slow swigs from a goblet of blood. His voice was low in the silence, rolling over us like a lullaby made of lost prophecy. Caelum and Elias sat close together, their shoulders touching as they shared a flask in silent conversation. Their murmurs were easy to tune out. Whatever they were talking about didn’t matter. It wasn’t logistic

His voice in my ear, explaining who each person was, what they wanted, why I should or shouldn't trust them. And slowly, gradually, I began to understand. The Wolf Realm wasn't the center of the world. It was just one piece of a much larger puzzle. "Thorne," Aeden said, stopping before a man with silver-streaked hair and eyes like molten gold. "This is Cella." The mage studied me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. "The clairvoyant," he said. "I've heard about you." "What have you heard?" "That you're dangerous. That you're a threat to the balance." He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I like dangerous things."

“I am absolutely sorry, Melissa, but I don't think he'll be coming.” “Oh dear.” Melissa exhaled. Maya looked around her. She was too stunned to speak. Not only did her one sister not show up at her own wedding, now the groom was nowhere to be found? “I hate you, Freya!” She cursed quietly under her breath. Luna Rosella’s eyes a striking blend of emerald and falsed a message, one the priestess understood. “We will now begin the mating ceremony!” she called out in a solemn voice. Then she looked down at Maya, “If you would look at the people, Ma'am.”

I said as I took a drink of my blood. “Well, for starters, she has red hair and grey eyes,” Cullen said as he rubbed his chain. Spitting my drink, I looked at him, surprised. What the hell did he just say? “She what?” I asked as I grabbed Cullen from the collar of his shirt. “Whoa, relax, Nikolas,” Cullen said, raising his arms, “Why are you reacting like that?” “Because my mate has red hair like blood and eyes grey as the rainy sky,” I said as I gripped his shirt tightly, “Now, what else did you notice?”

By the end, I’m smug, until I step into the corridor and nearly collide with him. Lord Kaelen, the second male prospect in the novel’s harem, all dark hair, stormy blue eyes, and a body built for sin. He’s a noble with a penchant for challenging Cillian, their chemistry always teetering between rivalry and raw lust. In the book, their encounters are rough, passionate, with Cillian topping Kaelen in secret trysts. My heart races. Oh god, I know what’s coming. “Cillian,” Kaelen says, voice smooth as silk but edged with defiance. He steps closer, towering over me, and I catch his scent, leather and spice. My cock stirs, and I curse this body’s hair-trigger arousal.

The third cut in, drawing his sword out. Omega? Is he an omega?

“Rachel, do you know why Cullen was looking for a chosen mate?” “He didn’t find his fated mate.” She said knowingly. “No. It’s because he rejected his fated mate,” I say watching her eyes go wide, “I know this, because I was his fated mate. He rejected me and then I found my second chance mate in Austin, the day Cullen came to have dinner. Imagine that, I have had two fated mates, and you are going to the council prison. You want to know something else?” I ask. “You’re lying. He wasn’t your fated mate. He would never be mated to a fat bitch like you.” She spat.