Dragon Age Inquisition Novels & Stories

He was frustrated and tired of the journey, “Any news as to where we will be going?” Allerick stared him down, “If you had been patient even a little more, we would have wrapped this conversation and I would have relayed the information to you” “My apologies your highness”, Trent said. Allerick ignored his apology but went on to answer his question, “As it stands now, we will be sailing through the western coast to the Mount Isles” “That is where the war between dragons and humans originally happened before it spread around all other parts of the world”, Trent said.

I think he's seen this before. Drake was determined to make sure, before June realized he was seeing all this. With his dragon eye, Drake traced every inch of June's skin that he could see and to Drake's surprise, when he saw the dragon mark hidden in the skin on June's back. It was a sign formed when a woman had slept with a dragon. And that mark, is not a sign of carelessness, it is a mark of the Dragon King. Drake widened his eyes. If that was the case, could it really be that Drake had slept with June before? Drake slept with many women during his life, he found it difficult to remember one by one.

Bethel sounded almost deranged. Seraphina looked from Bethel to Rose and Melanie who were all stood waiting. Seraphina felt her cheeks flush under their stares and then slowly started to pull the arms of her dress down to reveal the large silver dragon that started on her left shoulder and gradually made its way across her chest, stopping slightly before where her Dhampir markings sat.

“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.

"Not just like that. It was an exchange. I bring the tRosetor he suspects down, and he gives me an in to avenge my mother's death." “TRosetor?” “Yeah, Igor believes there’s one among you.” “What made him think there’s even a tRosetor? Does he have evidence?” "I don't think so. He follows his instincts on this one and strongly suspects someone." “Who?” "It doesn't matter if you know. Igor doubts Damien." She laughs, the sound throaty. “Not Pharaoah or Adrian, but Damien?” I narrow my eyes. “What’s so funny about Damien?”

A voice called from the shadow, and a glowing gold box flew to the center of the room, runes around its edges as it twisted and turned, playing a song that inspired them all. "You claim for yourself, the name Alduin, the firstborn of Akatosh. What a twisted mistake, Bruja." The Golden Child flew from the shadows and tackled the dragon into the void below, and the war began. The strange cube continued playing as the two armies clashed, with Jacke, Jameson, Damien, and Alex at the head of it all; Slashing and shooting everything in sight from the middle of the hoard, they had no mercy to give, and no fear to feel. Only the adrenaline pumping through their veins reminded them they were alive, a

The purple garment of her cloak gracefully draped on the marble floor. Her right leg was exposed as she crossed her feet on her throne. She sluggishly leaned on her seat and gently massaged her temples with her velvety fingertips. She’s been drinking wine since morning, brooding about how to capture the chosen one. Before she loses consciousness, the gigantic metallic door creaks open. She irritatedly opened her eyes to see who the intruder was. “Your highness,” Druji bowed as soon as the queen saw her.

She might not have been right in my eyes, but it didn't warrant an argument in the middle of a human settlement. "Let's not hash this out here where anyone can walk close enough to us to understand that this conversation shouldn't take place between two human girls," I instructed and walked towards where I spotted a boutique. Cyra walked with her arm tangled within mine but didn't comment. She was the Heir for the Ignis. The fire dragons. A few years younger than I am, with a tall slender frame and untameable red hair. By all accounts, she was stunning, but a very wild spirit to tame. Except when it came to her views on humans and dragons. Those were very rigid lines in her book and lines sh

He looked at me, just once—not for help, but to make sure I was still behind him. “He’s dying for you again,” the voice in the crown whispered. “And the other one... the other one offers you peace. Why choose the pain of a King when you can have the silence of an Alpha?” I looked at Malachi’s bleeding hands. I looked at Killian’s cold, perfection. And then, I felt it. A third presence. Deep in the woods, a group of figures in silver masks were watching the duel. They weren't Southern guards. They weren't Northern wolves. They were the Inquisitors of the High Council—and they were aiming a massive, rune-etched crossbow directly at me.

The warlord stood. He was taller than she'd expected. Broader, too. Built like a creature shaped for war, but moved like he could vanish and strike in the same breath. As a child, she had often wondered what a dragon might look like in human skin—a question whispered between old books and nursery rhymes, half-believing it was myth. But if you ever did see one, it was said to be the last sight your eyes would know. And now, here he was: terrifyingly real, terrifyingly calm. A dragon made flesh. And he was looking at her like she was already burning. "You are Sera of House Vaelir," he said, descending toward her with deliberate, predator-slow steps.