Dragon Age Inquisition Fereldan Lock Novels & Stories

My mother is a powerhouse, but she somehow ends up with me, a coward with claustrophobia. "What claustrophobia? You're just being dramatic!" In order to help me "desensitize," she builds a pitch-black, soundproof room in the house. In elementary school, I scream and cry in terror the first time she locks me inside, and she punishes me by not letting me eat for three days. In middle school, I try harder to hold it together and only let out a few quiet whimpers, but she makes me kneel in the snow for a full day and night. I tough it out all the way through senior year, telling myself that getting into college and leaving home will fix everything. But on the day of my acceptance party, sh

I stayed down, but inside, my wolf stirred. We’re stronger now and Ravena is slipping. I’d seen it in her eyes before the portal closed, a flicker of fear. Not of me. Of being caught. I carefully palmed a shard of stone, my fingers tight around it. I wouldn’t waste another chance. And I wouldn’t die here. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Helios’ POV “She moved again,” Mirelda said, her eyes glowing silver, body trembling from strain. “She’s in the Deep Glen Caverns, east of the Shadowpine border.”

"They're digging something up." The fen was a graveyard of dead gods. Even Selene's wolves refused to tread there. --- **EDEN'S POV** The serpents led us to a tombstone of petrified wood, its surface carved with the same spiral devouring its tail. Rhydian knelt, his fingers brushing the sigil. "It's a lock. And I'm the key." The mark on his chest pulsed, serpents hissing as the ground trembled. Roots erupted, coiling around his legs, dragging him downward. I slashed at them with star-metal, but the blades shattered.

the North while we were bleeding in the South. "Is it just me, or did someone change the locks while we were out?" Félix asked, his hand dropping instinctively to the hilt of his daggers. He shifted Caelum to his back, the baby letting out a soft gurgle as he sensed his father’s protective aura flaring. "Stay back, Félix," I said, my voice dropping into that low, kinetic hum. I rode my mount to the very front, my silver-and-violet cloak snapping in the mountain wind. "I didn't liberate a continent just to be locked out of my own house."

He simply was. "The air has changed," Kaelen whispered, his hand still anchored firmly in mine. His silver aura was low, a gentle shimmer that matched the new sky. Fenrir turned his gaze toward us, and his voice, though soft, carried the resonance of a thousand years of solitude. "The air is honest now," he said, his words floating like feathers in the twilight. "But do not mistake this peace for an end, Seraphina. You have mended the lock, but you must understand what the lock was meant to hold."

“Small incursions. Single wolves, never the same entry point twice. Not attacking, just mapping.” “They are preparing for something larger.” “Yes.” “What do they want?” He was quiet for a moment in a way that had a specific quality to it, the quality of a person deciding how much to say. “This territory,” he said. “The Ironfang lands sit on a convergence point. Three river lines, high elevation, natural defensibility on four sides. It is the most strategically valuable territory in this region.” He paused. “And now there is the bond.” I looked at him carefully. “What does the bond have to do with Bloodclaw?”

Fenris's Perspective I sit frozen in my heavy leather office chair, my knuckles turning stark white as I grip the wooden armrests. The Legacy Lock is no longer just a low, background hum; it’s a thrumming, vibrating cage of magical iron around my soul, punishing every single spike of my pulse with a cold, unforgiving pressure that makes my head swim.

The question hung in the air, a demand that cut through the chaos like a blade. Still engaged in the battle with Draxler's warriors, I responded with a measured calmness, "And why would I give you that information, Alpha Draxler?" Draxler, his eyes ablaze with an ancient fire, locked onto me. His warriors circled, a deadly ensemble poised to strike. The mansion's grounds, once a haven, now bore witness to a confrontation that transcended the boundaries of mere physical combat. "I've come for what is rightfully mine," Draxler declared, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "Fernanda belongs with her pack, with the Midnight Shadow. You cannot deny her that."

Picking up DaeDae who's cluelessly looking at Eden, he marched out of the house with hasty steps, walking towards the Red Dragon's headquarters. “U-Uncle!” Eden tried to stop him, but unable to do so under Ferdinand strong determination. It didn't take a long time before he arrived at the door of Red Dragon's. He knocked repeatedly, and the door was opened by a teen girl with timid expression. She doesn't seem surprise to see him outside and wordlessly led him inside. She gently led him towards their leader's office. Ferdinand silently entered, straight up questioning the woman sitting beyond the wooden table few meters away. “Where's my daughter. Is she safe there?”

"Then we'd better hurry." We emerged from the tunnel into a small antechamber. A heavy iron door stood between us and the dungeons, locked from the outside. Through a small barred window, I could see the cells beyond—dark, cramped, filled with huddled shapes. "Selene." Rowan's hand caught my arm. "Look." He pointed to the lock. It wasn't an ordinary lock—it was made of silver, intricately carved with runes that made my wolf snarl. "Silver lock," I breathed. "They know about the Flame. They're warding against it."