Dragon Age Inquisition Fereldan Lock Novels & Stories

I am silent. "Seraphina, I am not saying we should be reckless. I am saying we should be bold. We have the Sun Blade. We have the best warriors in the kingdom. We have you. We need to trust ourselves." I take a deep breath. "You are right." We ride out the next morning. The disciples' trail leads to the heart of the eastern mountains. A place called the Shadow's Cradle. A fortress carved into the rock, hidden from sight. "This is where Fenris is hiding," I say.

“Velrith wasn’t a thing. It was a force. A break in the wheel of time. Something that eats the tether between reality and unmaking.” No one talks after that. We just walk. We’re heading toward the last standing Archive, buried under the old stone city of Delkhar. It’s cursed now, supposedly swallowed by a sinkhole and lost to rot and time. But I know better. I can feel the leyline tugging me there. Because that’s where Velrith will rise first. Where the lock first formed. And where I’ll have to decide, not whether to fight it. But whether to become the new lock.

They pushed through the ferns and found a narrow, hidden animal trail that led in the direction of Eldara. Kael was navigating. Not by the sun or the stars, but by the silent, sleeping memories of the stones in the earth. He was following a trail of ancient anchors. As dusk began to fall, they reached the outskirts of Eldara. They hid in the tree line, looking down at the town. It looked quiet. Normal. Smoke rose from chimneys. But there was a tension in the air. They could see members of the Iron Guard patrolling the streets. Valerius had not been idle.

Jordan replied and they all fell quiet. “I thought the goddess knows where her eggs are at all times?” Louis said looking surprised. “Let me explain, the people of old saw it was dangerous to keep the dragon eggs together, so they separated it to three different locations across the world. Casterly rock is not the safe keep for the eggs but the keys to unlock the egg’s chest. After all the research done I found out that the keys are unlocked by only one thing and it is embedded in this particular sentence that gave me a sleepless night” Jordan said bringing out a piece of paper from his pocket.

Silas screamed, lunging for my claw. But he was too slow. The ground swallowed me whole, and as I fell into the pitch-black depths of the mountain, I saw one last thing: Fenris, standing at the edge of the pit, holding a glowing gold key I had never seen before. A key that had my mother’s crest on it. He wasn't crying anymore. He was smiling. "You might be a dragon, Elara," he yelled down into the dark. "But I still have the lock." The earth slammed shut. Silence.

"I'm here. Tell me." "Fine, fine. Feisty, ain't ya?" Drogo winks at her. "They are in the mountains in the north of Danyrus. We keep them in The Dragon's Belly. You won't get there easily. You need a dragon shifter to enter. My Queen, I have something to confess. I was instructed to guide you their-to deliver you straight to Paiste. After meeting you, my conscience can't allow me to do so. I am a dragon of fertility and won't go against my nature." Drogo bows. "My apologies, Queen, for the pain I have caused, the sleepless nights you have suffered worried about your friend and mate. Allow me to assist you..."

“She’s Callum’s girlfriend.” Floyd blinked, then gave a low laugh. “Biggest plot twist. Bravo, Moon Goddess.” He leaned forward, tapping Rowan’s book. “What you got there?” “Vampires.” “Really?” He raised a brow. “You should be reading up on your own bloodline. The Moonglade, the Bloodfangs… that stuff.” Rowan narrowed his eyes. “The Bloodfangs?” Floyd didn't look up from his book. “Mhm.”

"She's bold, walking into the Conclave openly. Either she's confident the truce will protect her, or she's planning something that makes the truce irrelevant." "Any sign of where she went?" "East. Toward the old gardens. The Thornebloods keep them locked during Conclaves—too many poisonous plants, too many convenient shadows for assassins." Fenra's lips curved. "But locks mean nothing to someone who's been collecting ancient keys for seven centuries." I looked toward the eastern archway. It was draped in thorned vines that seemed to pulse with slow, breathing life. The Thorneblood's living architecture.

Ruby eyes blinked in the morning mist, eyes that looked vaguely familiar to her. “Oh my god, oh my god,” her breathing was becoming erratic, her heart beating like a rabbit, as she watched the incredible vision unfold before her. “Madchen, it’s ok,” Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this??

My heart clenched with dread when I saw her heading towards the old dungeon. The dungeon. I had specifically warned everyone, especially Elena, to stay away from it. It was a relic of a darker past, a place filled with pain and secrets best left undisturbed. She reached the heavy iron door, her hand hovering over the rusted padlock. A chill ran down my spine. Why was she here again? Elena reached out and touched the padlock. To my utter shock, the lock moved. It jiggled slightly, as if responding to her touch. It was a small movement, almost imperceptible, but I saw it. And it terrified me.