Dragon Age: Inquisition Vivienne Romance Novels & Stories

" We offer our help. But at a price" Apollo roars. His laughter echoing. " What price?" He finally asked. " The witch of a confessor's touch, she hails from Othwaine. She is the king's daughter, Anastasia." Henry replied for once smiling. He had effectively said out the mind of the druids. Apollo inspected his smile, interrogating it. The air between them was like that between two crafty foxes signing a truth contract. " We shall help you free the dragons caged by Aragon, then you will destroy idil, but only after you get her, the witch of a confessor's touch" Henry added turning to leave. Apollo sipped from his cup before asking " Do you want her dead or alive?".

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

Her eyes, cool hazel with a ring of gold around the center, rested on Elara for a beat too long. Elara braced herself, ready for the subtle venom cloaked in class that so many society women wielded like silk gloves over knives. But instead, Vivienne’s lips curved. “Aren’t you just a tall glass of grace,” she said with a faint smile. “I thought he was making you up. Julian tends to embellish. Especially when he’s smitten.” Julian groaned under his breath. “Mother, please.” Vivienne held out a hand. “Vivienne Cross. It’s truly lovely to finally meet the woman behind all the whispers in the design halls.”

Yet Gabriel lowered his head just enough for my fingers to remain where they rested, indulgence softening the sharp angles of his features. “Only for you.” He answered without hesitation. The attendant discreetly dismissed the remaining patrons, leaving the salon in deliberate privacy. In every council chamber he ruled with measured authority. Here, he chose restraint. And somewhere beyond these borders, the Night Dominion had finally traced the city where I now resided. Ethan Pov “My Lord, confirmation has arrived. Lady Vivienne is residing within the Ivory Thorn Covenant.” The glass in my hand stilled midair. “The Ivory Thorn?” The name summoned a memory I had chosen not to examine too clo

She was on a plane. Jezza's eyes snapped open, and panic crashed over her. The cargo hold was dimly lit, filled with shadows that seemed to move and breathe. She wasn't alone. Three other figures lay nearby, all women, all bound with the same plastic restraints, all wearing expressions of dawning horror. "Welcome back, sleeping beauty." The voice came from a woman in her thirties with sharp Mediterranean features. "I'm Velmora Vasquez. My father owns half the oil wells in Venezuela, not that it matters anymore."

She inquired, filled with anticipation, "What does it read?" "It describes the Gemini Heart in detail," Veronica explained, her voice hushed with reverence. "Its creation, its powers, its purpose." "And the ritual?" Jennifer asked eagerly. Veronica nodded, pointing to a specific passage. "Here," she said, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "The instructions for reversing the soul swap."

She would make an excellent mate and wife. It took a few moments for the shock to fade and for her mind to work rightly. After a moment, she gathered herself to smile proudly as Lourve Ivyari gazed at her unblinkingly in astonishment. "Thank you so much for coming. It means a lot." Xander's voice broke her reverie as Xander asked her to shake hands with Alarick's mom and Alarick's future mate, Velove Luciad. "Yes, we're very honored," Velove answered brightly while glancing at her.

she pressed closer, her night jasmine perfume wrapping around him like a subtle trap, "you've always indulged her too much. I know Serena - she has no allies outside the coven. Once she calms down, she'll return like an obedient Thrall should. Don't worry. The elders are waiting for us to complete the ceremonial toast." In the past, Damien might have believed Vivienne's soothing words, might have let her manipulate his emotions back into their proper channels. Might have waited for me to return and apologize, confident in his control over my fate. But something about my final words kept echoing in his mind. His emotions refused to settle. After a long moment, he jerked his arm from Vivienne'

Her auburn hair was braided with crimson roses and obsidian beads, and her ruby eyes shone with fierce, uncontainable joy. Alaric’s hand rested protectively on hers. As they reached the dais, he leaned in and whispered something only she could hear. Victoria smiled — soft, emotional — and kissed his cheek before stepping onto the platform. Then came Raven. General Thorne — newly promoted to High Command of Valros — walked beside her with quiet pride. Raven wore an elegant white gown that seemed to drink in the blood moon’s crimson light and reflect it back as soft silver and violet. The silk flowed like moonlight over water, embroidered with delicate silver ravens in flight along the bodice

"Are you alright? You had the strangest expression just now." "I'm perfect," Aria said, smiling genuinely for the first time in months. "I just figured out where I belong." "Where?" "Here. Fighting alongside Prince Elian and Lord Cassian. Building something better than what we've been told to accept." She looked at Helena. "Want to join us?" Helena bit her lip, clearly torn between tradition and possibility. Then, with a decisive nod: "Yes. I do." [ALLY RECRUITED: Helena of House Whitmore]