Dragon Age: Inquisition Sera Romance Novels & Stories

Irina "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Sera." She was still leaning against my vanity, casually watching the drama like it was a play she’d seen a dozen times before. Sera’s head snapped up. I watched the moment her expression slowly solidified. The tears didn't stop, but the distress vanished, replaced by something dark, jagged, and dangerous. "You fucking bitch!" Sera cursed. In an instant, she closed the gap. I didn't even see the moment she unfurled herself from the ground. All I saw was Sera snapping Yvara’s head to the side with a brutal, closed-fist punch.

"We need to talk.‍ Now." "Is the pack in danger?" ​"N​ot yet. But we wil‍l​ be if we don'‌t address th‌e si‌tuation." His eyes wen​t to me again. "Is this her? The Luna?" "Yes‌. S​era, this is Ro‍nan‌. My S‍ec‌ond​-​i‌n-Command. Ronan‍, Sera." ‍ Ronan's expression soft⁠ened s⁠lightly. "Lu​n​a. It's an honor."

She was probably pushing me and wanting to scrape my knees, challenging the authority she would one day bow to in the end. Sera was trouble wrapped in silk and stubborn to the bone and too damn fearless for a girl her age. Part of me admired that. Part of me wanted to snap it out of her. And part of me who wants her around—damn me to hell—didn’t want to scare her at all. Part of me wanted to see just how far she could push before it finally broke her. I was tempted to take out my misbehaving cock and stroke it until release. The wolf in me stirred, restless and unashamed. He wanted. He hungered. He whispered that no one would dare enter these quarters uninvited, that I was safe to do what I

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

Tania’s POV*** My grin widened at the sight of Sera’s face draining of blood. Oh, it was a delicious sight, one I would pay to watch over and over again. That frozen look, that disbelief clinging to her pale cheeks, the tremble in her lips, it was priceless. “You are what?” she asked, her voice shaking, like she hadn’t heard me the first time. Smiling, savoring the taste of victory, I said slowly, “I am pregnant for Roman.”

Sera walked over to where Anna was hoping and praying that she was still alive, touched the side of her neck and let out a sigh of relief. "Did you tell Damien about me?". Arielle asked. "And... Why aren't you doing anything about Anna? Didn't you say Andrei is your friend?". "Yes but you're also my friend so I can't betray you like that right?". Sera smirked. Arielle smiled back and nodded. "How cool will it be if I end up being the Queen of Mercia huh? We'll both be Queens."

"When The Endless Maw rises, I'll be standing beside her as the world burns!" "Then you'll burn with it." Connor and Marcus clash in brutal combat—alpha versus traitor, mentor versus failed student. Meanwhile, Sera is fighting Maya Riverstone with surprising ferocity for a seventy-three-year-old Luna. Maya has the shadow blade, but Sera has decades of combat experience and absolutely nothing to lose. "You came to my territory," Sera snarls. "Attended my granddaughter's ceremony. Pretended to be a pack. And all along, you planned to murder us."

Black River territory lay beyond those ridges, but here they were just two women bound by children who loved each other. "Talia." Sera turned, and even after all these years, Talia felt the instinctive assessment of warriors recognizing a warrior. Sera carried herself like a blade—elegant, controlled, lethal. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a severe braid, her eyes holding the weariness of ruling beside a mate who'd once destroyed someone else. "Sera." Talia crossed the clearing. Inside her mind, Kaela stirred with sudden interest. I know her wolf, Kaela said, her ancient voice threaded with confusion and grief. Zahara. I know Zahara.

She lay curled against the roots of an ancient tree, her fingers clutching a broken pendant etched with runes. “She was hunted,” Lucien said. Kaelion knelt beside her, his hand hovering over the wound. “By who?” Lucien’s voice trembled. “By those who fear what she carries.” Aria stepped closer. The woman’s eyes met hers. And Aria saw it. The same glow. The same echo. The same flame. — Her name was Sera. She had no clan, no coven, no pack. She had wandered for years, drawn by dreams of fire and frost. Her memories were fragmented—visions of a burning crown, whispers from a blood-soaked throne, a child’s laughter echoing in a chamber of mirrors.

They circled each other like predators, like equals, like two wolves who'd been waiting for this moment their whole lives. "You can't win," Sera said. "Watch me." He lunged and she dodged. He spun. She countered. Blood flew. Fur scattered. The rogues around them fell back, giving space, watching. I held my breath. --- The end came suddenly. Damon feinted left. Sera followed. He dropped low, swept her legs, pinned her to the ground. His jaws closed around her throat. "Yield," he said. Not in words. In the growl that rumbled through the great hall. Sera's eyes widened.