Dragon Age Inquisition Novels & Stories

I said, the calmness in my voice surprised even me. The seer blinked in surprise, but nodded. He placed my hand on the sword and began some ancient chants in their tongue. He then poured ceremonial oil over my hand that was on the blade, and as the final words left his mouth, a flash of silver light appeared around my hand. "By the laws of the realm and the ancient blood pact," the high seer intoned, his voice booming through the chamber. "The bond is forged. Princess Diana Blake of the human Kingdom is now declared the chosen mate and wife to Prince Draven Volk of the Dragon Kingdom. May the Creator guide your union."

The five bloodline representatives were called in order. Each one stood and formally acknowledged the anchor. Some gave the minimum the correct words, the correct nod, the procedural recognition that satisfied the succession instrument. Isolde gave something more. She stood and looked at Nora directly and said, in a voice the room could hear clearly, that the Maren bloodline acknowledged the anchor's standing without reservation and welcomed her presence in the succession record. It was three sentences long. In this context it was a declaration. Felix stood when the Ashcroft acknowledgment came and said something so precisely worded that Nora understood it was also for the reviewing body thr

“Are you all really ready to go to war, just for me? Because that’s what this means. If I don’t return home, it will be war on the dragons. They won’t just be stealing eggs. They’ll be on a hunt and kill mission.” “In the dragon world, we follow the queens, Skylar. Cyryl is our new queen, and she has chosen you as her rider. That makes you a leader in our thunder. If you want to talk about war, we've been at war with the royals for years. The reason behind the war may be different, but the actions between royals and dragons hasn't changed.” I feel like my world is spinning out of control, like the rug was just yanked out from under me and I flipped over, but rather than falling to the ground

Jorah disagreed. “It has to be them. It can only be those who'd have the nerves to come in here.” Marek’s heart pounded. “Alpha… are you certain?” “Yes.” Draegon’s voice deepened, dark rich with hate and anticipation. “No one else dares to attempt stealth entry into my land.” His eyes began to glow, brighter and brighter, until the room dimmed in comparison. “Edwin,” he whispered. “The boy finally wants answers.” He turned to the scouts.

Here, Kael was no longer the Alpha of a territory; he was merely a wolf standing before his judges. Waiting for them were the High Inquisitors. They were three figures cloaked in robes of unspun white wool, their faces hidden by masks carved from the bone of Great Alphas. Behind them stood a sea of warriors—the combined strength of the Shadow-Stream, Stone-Back, and Iron-Claw packs. Thousands of eyes tracked the small, battered group as they came to a halt in the center of the ring. "Kael Nightfang," the central Inquisitor spoke. The voice was neither male nor female, but a rasping echo that seemed to vibrate within the stones themselves. "You have crossed the water. You have brought the ano

Not pulled from my grasp. Not reclaimed by his. Vanished. That was not something my men had done. We withdrew with eight remaining from the other realm. Four of Vaereth's men, seven of mine. Five captured. Back in the quarry cavern, tension ignited immediately. “You did not tell us everything,” the elder dragon accused. “Explain.” “She is not diluted Madrigal.” Cold slid through my veins. “What are you suggesting?” “She carries first-line fae blood.” Silence fell hard.

"Or I start deducting points from your life expectancy!" Tristan jumped onto the table. He kicked the papers aside and grabbed Valerius by his gold collar. "You have a choice, Valerius," Tristan hissed, his face inches from the terrified merchant. "Right now. The Empire? Or the Revolution?" "The Empire is here!" Valerius blubbered. "Kaelen has a legion outside!" "And I have a Dragon," Tristan said. He pointed at Saoirse. She was fighting Kaelen. The Inquisitor was fast, mechanically enhanced, but Saoirse was fueled by the eclipse-residual magic in her blood.

shivering. But she wasn't defeated. She reached into a pile of snow. She pulled out a dagger. Not steel. Silver. And it was glowing with purple runes. "Inquisition magic," Arielle whispered from the balcony. She took another bite of chicken. "She came prepared." Freya stood up. Her eyes were wild. Fanatical. "He is blinded!" she screamed at the pack. "He brings a monster into our home!" "The Inquisition offers order!" "Lycian offers chaos!" She raised the dagger.

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

Loyalty to her pack defines her, yet every instinct warns her that the dragon court is one vast territory fight she cannot win by tooth and claw alone. Aurelia, Sea-Dragon Princess of the Leviathan Isles — Eyes as deep as trench-water and hair that shifts like tide-foam, Aurelia carries the hush of ocean trenches wherever she goes. She slips through waterways beneath the palace at night, surfacing in unexpected courtyards, observing more than she speaks. When she finally chooses words, they arrive like a rising tide—slow, inescapable, and impossible to ignore.