Novel & Cerita Dragon Age: Inquisition Vivienne Romance

"Nonsense! How can you think that way? These heathens can take away our liberty, but they cannot take away our pride and our identity! Our minds and hearts will forever be ours. Those, they cannot rob!" The prisoners stared at each other in silence. "I-I'm sorry, Vivienne. You are right." Loisa casted her eyes downward. Vivienne nodded and then turned to face Enna once again. "I am Vivienne of the House of Percival, sister to the wife of the Minister of East. I am the vice-captain of the White Knights stationed at Cardia." The blonde was in the military. That explained her attitude and strong personality.

For a second something flashed across her face. Pain. Real pain. Then it vanished. Buried beneath the mask. The cold queen of Blackthorn returning. "You think I'm the enemy." The statement wasn't angry. Just tired. Terribly tired. "I don't know what you are anymore." The words hit harder than I expected. Vivienne flinched. Actually flinched. Then she nodded once. Slowly. As if accepting something. Maybe surrendering to it. Then she reached into her coat.

she whispered. Just then, a soft knock came from the door. “Come in,” she said without looking up. Vivienne Roth stepped in, dressed in a silk gown that shimmered like liquid steel. Her smile was sharp, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Elena,” she said smoothly. “Burning the midnight oil, I see.” Elena closed the folder, her posture tense. “What do you want, Vivienne?” “Oh, nothing much,” Vivienne said, strolling closer. “Just thought I’d warn you. You’re playing a very dangerous game, pretending you understand Damian Cross.”

"Adrian!" "Adrian!" Lydia and Emily, who had been standing by in stunned silence, shrieked in unison. I glanced down at the horrifying pool of blood on the floor, then back at Adrian. Seeing the shadow of death on his face, I sneered. The inevitable had finally begun. In my past life, the astrologer had Adrian sign our marriage contract immediately after reading my chart. From that day forward, his health improved daily. Without me, his three-month countdown had officially begun.

Only then… could I show her what it meant to be marked by her Lycan mate. But Kaelith was restless today,he wouldn’t let me breathe. And his restlessness was what brought me here… to her. As she performed in front of me,I swallowed her scent. Gods. We took a deep breath, Kaelith and I,and everything inside us went still. Then dangerously alive. She smelled like fresh rain and heartbeat-warmth. Like home. Like a promise. When will I have you in my arms again, Avelynne?. “Mate,” Kaelith whispered fiercely.

“She killed my mother like she was nothing and she has Nova. If her weakness exists, we need it now.” Desmond closed his eyes, his breath shallow. “Then pray I live long enough to tell you.” The heater sputtered again. I stared at his pale, blood-slicked face, my pulse hammering. Because in that moment, one truth sank deeper than all the rest, Vivienne wasn’t just playing for the document. She wasn’t just playing for Nova. She was building something bigger. A throne carved out of blood and lies and she was coming for it tonight.

But her eyes… they didn’t look away. They couldn't. She watched. In awe. In terror. In reverence. Vivienne moved like a storm given flesh—runes blazing, claws tearing, power emanating from her in waves. The Wendigo shrieked and burned, its form folding into coals of ash under a fire that was not of this world. Then silence. Then collapse. The moment Vivienne hit the ground, she ran. Without a moment of hesitation. Vivienne’s body was crumpled, skin scorching hot and smoking, lips cracked, but her chest still rose and fell.

Using the only currency that still terrified old dynasties. Loyalty born from extinction. When the Morettis were destroyed, those who survived didn’t surrender. They buried themselves deeper, waiting for a name. A symbol. A flame to light the match. Now they had one. Aria. And somewhere beyond the fog of war and rising smoke… was my mother. Luciana De Rossi. The true spider in the web. The forgotten queen of a hidden empire, the Velate Infernali, an underground order forged decades ago from blood oaths and betrayal. Everyone assumed she’d retired. That she faded after my father’s death.

“You’re mine. My Alpha. My mate. And that little rogue slut will never be Luna, no matter how much your cock twitches when she walks in.” My whole body tensed. “You’re crossing a line,” I growled. “Oh, darling,” she purred with a smirk, leaning in to whisper in my ear, “I am the line.” And then— The doors opened. Heads turned. And she walked in. Vivienne. Her dress was dark crimson, slit high up her thigh, her long black curls cascading down like chaos. She didn’t even look in my direction, but I felt her. Like a wave crashing against my already cracking control.

She pressed her lips together and quickly pulled out her phone and dialed. “Logan, where are you?” she said sharply. “I’m almost there,” Logan replied lazily. Vivienne ended the call with an annoyed sigh, then stepped out from the small room. She fixed her dress, an eye-catching deep red satin with a slit at the side and walked confidently toward the crowd. As she reached the middle of the room, Damien had stepped ahead slightly, leaving Elena behind. Vivienne walked right up to him and took his hand. “Oh!” Mary May turned just in time to see them. “Before I forget,” she said, beaming at her friend beside her. “This lovely lady will soon be my daughter-in-law.”