Dragon Age: Inquisition Sera Romance Novels & Stories

Sera turned, slow and deliberate, the hem of her robe whispering across the floor like drawn steel. The woman was tall, beautiful in that blood-wrought way dragonkin often were—like a sculpture carved from flame and ash. Her copper skin shimmered faintly under the torchlight, and golden markings spiraled up her throat like fire given form, alive and flickering with arrogance. She didn’t bow. She didn’t flinch. She stood like she belonged in the room more than anyone else—like it had been made to frame her. Sera met her gaze and felt it—like the scrape of claws along her spine. Her chest twisted with something bitter and familiar. She had faced contempt before. But not like this.

And gods help me, I want to lose to him. But I can’t. Because I’m Sera Ashenvale. The rogue girl who lived. The Luna he’ll regret choosing. The storm that’s coming for everything he built. And when the blood moon rises again... He’ll remember exactly who I am.

"Sera? Who is Sera?" The silence that followed was suffocating. I stood there, waiting. Waiting for Damon to explain. To tell Elena that I was his mate. His partner. The woman he had promised to love and protect. "Sera is my girlfriend," he said finally. His voice was flat. Casual. Like he was introducing a distant acquaintance. Something inside me snapped. I laughed. The sound that came out of my throat wasn't humor. It was a sneer. A bitter, broken thing that scraped against the air.

“Then we fight. But understand this: I am not a prize. I am the queen of my people—and I choose my own destiny!” The chamber fell silent, the tension unbearable. The duel was set. The kingdom held its breath. And I was ready. ...... Sera’s POV I growled as I picked up Damion’s faint scent. He was long gone. I howled, louder this time, my voice shaking the walls of the castle. Every shadow seemed to quake at my fury. Isabella stepped forward, hands raised. “Sera, calm down. You’re not thinking—” “Calm?” I barked, claws scraping the floor. “You think I care about thinking?” I pointed at the contract. “He belonged to me, not Aurora!”

*** Question of the day: If you were Sera, would you feel safe in Damon’s arms, or afraid of how far he might go for you? 070525, Anne Joyce

"She didn't demand answers or scream. That’s what’s bothering me." It bothered me, too. Sera only goes quiet when she’s building something inside her mind. I’d seen it before. It was the same look she had before she finally stopped crying over her mother's death, or right before she picked up a paintbrush again. It was the silence of someone preparing for a fight. "She’s learning," Luca said, his voice soft. "And Damien... she isn't going to forgive you for half-truths anymore." The truth of those words hung in the air like a death sentence.

Oh, great injustice. [Host, I have the result for your question."] "Really? What is it then?" "Well on that night, before Aria brought over the glass of drugged wine, she came across Sera Skylander, she is not fond of sera, because she unlike her brother saw how obsessed she was with him, therefore she always made sure the two never had private moments together since she didn't trust Sera to not try something funny on her brother. She seemed to have had something to say to Kenchiki and approached him, but halfway there Sera stopped her and convinced her to bring along a glass of wine, so the truth was that Aria had no motive or plans to drug your lover."

"Betray us? Lie to us? You've already done both." Damon raised a hand. "Enough." He looked at Sera. "Is there anything else you're hiding? Anything at all?" Sera was quiet for a long moment. The silence stretched, heavy and unbearable. Then, slowly, she shook her head. "No. I swear it. Everything else I've told you is true." Damon studied her, his expression unreadable. Then he nodded. "Go. We'll talk more tomorrow." Sera left without another word. ---

“ I'm not doing it for you, Sera. We can't consummate our marriage if there's a corset about to kill you in the way.” Con—consumate?

She said quietly, "Oh, we already know who you are... or aren't." A full werewolf. Rule number one: do not entertain snide or passive aggressive comments. Biting my tongue, I made sure a smile was still fixed on my face by widening it. I continued, "I would like to know your names." In turns they began introducing themselves. "My name is Alta Scots from the Beastclaw pack, and I am forever at your service, Miss Hilda..." On and on they went until a petite redhead and a tall brunette introduced themselves. "My name's Robyn Wolfe from the Segrid pack, and I am forever at your service, Miss Hilda," said the tall brunette.