Dragon Age: Inquisition Sera Romance Novels & Stories

My knees nearly buckled, but I caught myself. For a moment, the only sound was the soft clink of ice against glass as he took a slow sip of his drink. Then, finally, he looked at me with unreadable dark eyes. And then, a smirk graced his bearded face. "Seraphina Moreau." His voice was smooth, but laced with something colder underneath. "We finally meet." I held his gaze, refusing to look away. I would not break. "Who the hell are you?" I demanded.

> Lucien: “We’re already in the storm.” > Sera: “Then we hold the line.” He slid his hand into hers. > Lucien: “There’s a node activation tomorrow in Prague. They’ll expect us there.” > Sera: “Good. Let them.” > Lucien: “Even if Elise shows up?” > Sera: “Especially if she does.” He looked at her profile, wind teasing strands of hair across her lips. > Lucien: “I don’t deserve to love you.” > Sera: “Then love me anyway.”

once more, but he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer, closing the gap between her back and him. "He was trying to protect you, Sera," he whispered into her ear, sending heat throughout her body. She let out a moan as his lips brushed her earlobe, making her turn red. His lips traveled down, landing on the crane of her neck. She bit her lower lip as he caressed her. All of a sudden, she snapped and pulled away from his hold. "For the Goddess's sake, Alaric! Are you trying to seduce me, so I will forget everything?!" She yelled. But she felt embarrassed when some groups of warriors and young wolves walked past them, giggling. She turned to Alaric, who was trying to muffle hi

I silently materialized and pull Axar to me, so he cannot see what I know is about to happen. Sera continues this weird spastic battle, body jerking as her control goes back and fourth. Tears coat her face as she relents and dips her head to Barima's. Her long forked tongue slips out and laps the blood from Barima's temple. She involuntarily moans and a light rumble breaks her chest. Barima's terror fills the air around us as she realizes her mistake. Sera might be a half breed, but she is the Devil we don't know. She has underestimated her and pushed too far.

“What are you going to do?” Sera knelt in front of Madam and begged, “Madam, I know you’re truly good to me. I have no ambition in life but only one wish, to marry Master Ares. Madam, please help me accomplish this.” “How do you want me to help you?” Madam was shocked. “Madam, persuade the second lady to testify against Angeline and accuse her of murder. I don’t believe that I can’t snatch Jay’s love away from a murderer,” Sera said confidently.

"Because... one time I told you I wished you were my mummy, remember? And you cried a little and hugged me, but you didn't say anything. I thought maybe you didn't want to." Sera's mouth trembled. "Oh, baby. I wanted to say yes. I wanted to say it so badly." Rue's voice got quieter. "Are you my mummy?" Sera's eyes met mine for just a second, and I nodded. "Yes," Sera whispered, her voice thick. "Yes, my love. I am." Rue blinked, her lips parting slightly. "Really?" Tears spilled freely from Sera's eyes. "Really."

He blinked water from his eyes and finally got a good look at his attacker. A girl. Nineteen, maybe twenty. Dressed in silk robes embroidered with golden phoenixes, soaking wet, her perfect face twisted in rage. Behind her stood two servants in gray uniforms, frozen like they were watching a bomb tick down. Jayvyn's memories supplied her name: Sera. Half-sister. Father's legitimate Beta daughter. Has wanted you dead since birth. "You hit me?" Sera touched her ribs, disbelief morphing into fury. "You're dead. I'll tell General Kael you attacked me, and he'll—"

“We will discuss this later.” She motioned for her soldiers to follow her and headed in the direction of the sounds. When they came upon the large room, the vampires and the werewolf were still bent over while Chloe lay in a heap between them. Verona’s eyes went fiery red at the sight of a half-dozen dragons filling up the room. Her voice was rich with hostility as she hissed, “You dare step foot in Meta territory?” “Spare me,” Myriana said as she set fire to Verona with her breath.

Sera said, spoiling her daydream. “Yes, my lady.” She responded. The car came to a halt at the front of a checkpoint and they were approached by men dressed like guards. Sera held up a card and announced proudly, “I am Sera, Luna of The Montana pack and that’s my daughter, Mia. We are here for the Luna Ritual.” “Who’s the red haired?” He asked pointing at Chanda. “Oh, a nobody. Don’t mind her presence. She is my daughter’s personal servant.” Chanda sighed at the description, Sera sure knew how to make her feel worthless.

Sera’s gaze flicked briefly to the water, then back to Elise’s face. “You do,” she said quietly. “Daughter of the tide.” Something in Elise snapped. “Don’t call me that,” she said sharply. “You don’t know who I am.” Sera held her gaze. “Your name is Elise Thorne.” The world tilted again. Elise staggered back a step. “How do you—” “You carry the sea in your blood,” Sera continued, unshaken. “It recognized you before you ever recognized yourself.”