Dragon Age Inquisition Novels & Stories

The five of us. "You know the blade your lackey sent with Thalia Red... the one dipped in Nighria Oil. I almost lost my dragon because of it. I only got her back because I am strong. I have Azura's blood running in my veins. I don't think Caden is that strong. Do you want to bet?" Tymeria shook her head. "We didn't do that. He did it by himself. We never wanted to kill you."

Zector inquired, intrigued. "This is Dragon’s Blood," Gunner explained. "I once dispatched tens of thousands of people to search throughout Dragoria, digging a hundred meters deep. Eventually, we discovered a Draco Vein and gathered one hundred drops of Draco Vein Essence over several decades." "And what exactly is a Draco Vein?" Zector asked. Before Gunner could respond, Bruno interjected, "Dragoria derives its name from the appearance of a divine dragon in ancient times. A Draco Vein forms at the site of where such a divine dragon passes away."

"To present the victory chalice, we invite High Alpha Lord, Themistocles Drakon!" Themistocles rose with effortless grace, his dark cloak billowing behind him as he descended the stone steps toward our platform. His golden eyes locked onto mine with an enigmatic smirk as he handed me the heavy, silver-encrusted goblet. "Congratulations, Gorgo of the Moonfang Bloodline," Themistocles said, his voice a smooth, low rumble that carried across the quieted arena. He reached for the rune-mic suspended near the stage. "The Drakon Dominion has officially decided to claim the Lykaon Scribe Guild as our exclusive bloodline allies. We will fund your domain and construct a grand Moonscribe Tower under ou

During my time, however, I catch bits of information that pique my interest. While the Dragon King is the ruler of this land, there isn’t much known about him, or the Royal Family. I learned many things this eventing as I dusted cornices atop wobbling ladders. His name, Zarek Nightflame, rests heavily on my mind. No matter how much I try to ignore it, I find myself speaking it in silence, just to see how it feels on my tongue.

His large, scarred hands reached out toward my face, shaking with emotion. "The man claims to be your father, Ariana," Zayn’s voice boomed through the throne room, announcing it to everyone. "He is one of the Alphas from the Northern region. He is a legend that many people believed was dead and gone. This is Aragon, the Dragon Alpha of the North. He is known as one of the strongest wolves to ever walk this earth." My heart skipped a beat. I had heard the stories of Aragon since I was a little girl.

The symbol of Tron gleaming on his metal necklace. He took a step forward and nodded. Pedro, beside him, laughed so hard he slapped his hand on the table. Aurora just watched. Paralyzed. Trying to understand what it meant. Then the Elder raised his arm again. “And beside him... the second squire.” People leaned forward. “The daughter of House Dorrah. A warrior since the age of eleven. Guardian of the paths of Tron.” Aurora turned her face away. “Trina.” Trina rose like an explosion of gold and silk. The hall reacted with less intense applause—but still respectful.

These men’s armour was finer than the soldiers around us, the colours more vivid and the leather detailing beautiful to behold. “It is good to see you Aurien,” the foremost man stopped before us. His voice was warm as he greeted my dragon. He was masked, as they all were, but I saw his eyes flick to me. “And your lady friend.” “Princess Diandreliera of Uyan Taesil,” Aurien announced. “Magistar Glenowayn.” “Princess,” the man amended. “My apologies. How may we serve you?” “Magistar Glenowayn, we seek the warlock Daerton,” I told him, rising to my feet, and stepping away from Aurien. “I am currently engaged in a war and require his services.”

THE LONGER the fight, the fire of madness will continue to rage higher, and it flames to the maximum of uncontrollable fight between two spawns of darkness. None of them are willing to give mercy nor chance to let one of them to live. Drakaina took two steps towards the pile of barrels where Kadita is hiding. Kadita is ready to launch her attack, but she waited more longer, she can’t risk her chance to live for Drakaina.

Aidan took long strides towards him, then slid both hands across the table to look down on him, his orbs taking on a deeper shade, red tainting the edges. “I have a claim on her, de Vega,” he seethed. Niquel smirked, standing from his chair, while Aidan raised himself to meet his gaze. “I marked her,” he said, eyes flickering momentarily to show dark slits. “I bred her. I have claimed her in ways you cannot imagine…” He rounded the desk, standing beside Aidan so he could say to his face, “… they are my treasure, Cardova. Dragons guard their treasures.” Aidan growled; hands balled into fists. The lizard was taunting him, and although he was right…

But today, her focus was off, and she knew why. It was a Dragon Moon--just not for their kingdom. Rather, the kingdom directly to their north, Hightower, would be forced to make the sacrifice that night. Every time a Dragon Moon rolled around, Nya found it difficult to concentrate, even when it wasn’t her kingdom who would choose someone to be taken by the dragon. Just the idea that the bastard would be flying through the sky, filling the air with shrieks and fire, claiming another innocent life. Even if it wasn’t a citizen from Frindom, it was a person who would be dead soon enough, someone who was blameless, and that wasn’t right.