Novel & Cerita Dragon Age: Inquisition Vivienne Romance

"Excuse us for a moment, Lyra." Lyra and Vivienne exchange a lethal, venomous look as they pass one another. The moment the heavy doors seal shut behind my new scribe, Vivienne lets out a mocking laugh, her fake smile vanishing as she sweeps her dark garments toward a chair. "I see the Master of the Draven House is still indulging in his pathetic habit of doting on the help," Vivienne snarls, using her clawed hand to brush off the seat Lyra just occupied before sitting down.

I’ll use your savage hands to destroy Dominic Thorne, crush his mistress, and seize every last piece of my husband’s inheritance until nothing remains. “Take this IV out, Tristan,” Vivienne ordered casually, extending the back of her reddened hand toward the Crown Prince without the slightest fear of the dark future awaiting her outside. Tristan did not move. His fists clenched so tightly at his sides that his knuckles turned white, his breathing coming in short, uneven bursts. “I won’t let you become something to be passed around, Vivienne,” Tristan hissed, his voice low, heavy, and filled with the madness of an obsession that had already seeped into his very bones.

"Well, he has a few questions. If you really do like him that much, please answer him." Miss Lillian raised her brows at my request, looking at Alpha Evan expectantly. "A friend of mine, he is a witch. In a war that had taken place approximately a hundred years ago between his coven and werewolves, the grimoire of his coven had been taken away by the werewolves. He was the sole survivor of the attack and was forced to run and hide. I want to help him get the book back. Have you heard of this war? Or have any idea who might have the grimoire?" Alpha Evan explained, asking what he wanted to at the end while Miss Lillian listened attentively, clearly willing to help as much as she could.

Madison sneered. "Fatal?" "Yes" "Do you know who did this?" Scott asked. A sigh was heard from Madison's lips, and instead of answering him, she could only mutter a name, "Reine" "Who's Reine?" Scott asked, who was Reine? and how dared she messed with his girlfriend? "She is an enemy, I gained over the past few years"

Her father was holding the crown that Veronica will wear. The two of then reached the top and Lilith had to let go Veronica and let her walk on her own. Veronica then sat on the new throne made out of black diamond. The supreme dark-priest stood by her side and took the crown from Hikaris who has a wide smile on his lips. “Will you, Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, take this crown of glory, and wield it with valor and might, through all the days of your reign?” The supreme dark-priest asked.

•• Victoria’s POV ••• “Damien!” The moment we arrived at the Infernal Shadows Pack after our so-called honeymoon, I heard a she-wolf's excited voice calling my fiancé's name and saw a beautiful blonde rush into Damien’s arms, and Damien did not hesitate to catch her.

“There was no drug, Dominic.” Vivian’s smile was coy as she looked up at him. “Our wolves went into heat. Nothing more.” Dominic shook his head, muttering a few choice words under his breath that I wouldn’t repeat. Vivian, for her part, seemed to be enjoying this. Cornered, stripped of the veil and the name and everything else, and yet she was still enjoying the game she’d been playing for two lifetimes. Trying to make me squirm over a mate that had never been, and would never be, hers.

'Livv Markov the son of the great Alejandro Markov issued to be smuggling illegal substances, prostitution and selling children' Slowly, precise Livv, I'll watch you fall slowly after, I will bring death to you with my own hands. I saw Henry walking inside the room, I look at him with a grin plastered on my lips. "Where's Livv?" I asked him. "Out, he said I should keep you safe, and away from here," He said, I nodded and walks inside my room grabbing my bag.

They looked f⁠rom Vivienne,‌‌ sharp, a‌rist⁠ocr‍‌atic,‌ radiate with pure Al⁠pha blo⁠‌od-magi‍⁠c, to Rh‌ea, wh‍o was pinned bene‍ath Vi‍⁠v⁠ienne’‌s⁠ silver blade, her d‍a⁠rk dress ruined, her s‌w‌e‍‍et‌ Om⁠ega scent expos‌ed and bl‍eedin‍g i⁠⁠nto t‌he ash-fill‌ed air. "Look at the‌m⁠!" Vivien‍ne screamed, her voi⁠ce cutti‌ng t‍hr‍ough the crack‌‍le o‌f t‍he fl‌ames like a whip. She‌ yanked Rh⁠ea’⁠s hea‍d back‍ furt‌he⁠r by⁠ her h‌a⁠ir, e‌xpos‍ing the j⁠agged pur⁠ple-and-red mark‍ I‍ had carve ⁠d into he‍‍r co⁠llarb⁠one we⁠e⁠ks ago. "Look at your‍ great‍ Alp⁠ha! L‌o‍⁠ok a⁠⁠t‍ the dis‍grace he has brought to the Northern Empi‍re!⁠"‌

She only looked at me. I drew my legs inside, breathing through the pull beneath my bandage, and closed the door. “Vivienne has been like that since the mating ceremony,” I finally said. “She was seventeen. Her mother told her what the family had been forced to take on, and she hasn’t formed another opinion since.” Helena turned in her seat to face me. “And the other lady?” “Rosalie is different. She never says anything you can hold up afterward.” “I heard what she said about the dress.”