Dragon Age Self Insert Novels & Stories

Looking down, my hands are no longer hands but something stronger, tipped with talons. "Carnelia," I grunt as my spine tears apart to be reshaped stronger than before. My forehead is ripped apart on each side as long, curling horns spiral from my temples as scales the color of grass, sea, and emeralds sprout from my skin like sharp chards of armor. And yet, even as my tail flicks back and forth, a part of me denies the truth of this sensation, how every part of my body is burning with life. "This is not real," the wind tries to say. "You are Leon Minstrel, Lord of Ridgewood."

Her submission healed me. The only place that still stings is where she marked me. That burn, while less than it was a moment ago, is still aching. I look down at it and see that it’s in the shape of a dragon. A fire dragon. Her image is on my chest. My heart swells. I didn’t know what it would be like to claim Tana. I didn’t know that it would be so much more than claiming a werewolf mate. But she has literally given herself to me, right over my heart.

My dragon likes the stone and I enjoy seeing pride in his eyes when I wear it. Sir Orifice only had one goal and that was to remove my dress and fuck me. Hitting him over the head with a large vase from the nightstand beside the bed was easy. Repeatedly stomping his fingers beneath my boot satisfying. My thirst for blood began as a child when I planned to kill the dragon. I will never be a normal bride. Had never been a normal child. Somehow the gods matched me with the one man who would see my savagery as a bonus.

"No. It does not. I've had better." He chuckled. "You lie." I swallowed and clenched my fists hard as i mirrored his coy smile. "Do i though?I must say,i am quite disappointed. Even human males do better. Your touch makes me sick."His eyes darkened and i knew i should not have. Zephyros might have ignored the jab but Dragons were creatures of humongous pride. They would never ignore insults. In a split second he was in front of me,grabbing me by my hands and slamming me into the nearest tree. It knocked the air out of me and i gasped for breath.

My beast was magnificent and I could feel him inside me. “I am the dragon,” I said as they all bowed their heads at me. “His name?” Elder James asked me opening the book to my family’s lineage. “Bazzoit,” I said to him. “You will now be recognized as the Sire of Grey Lair on your eighteenth birthday,” Elder Peter said. “Thank you,” I said as I put my shirt and jacket back on. “Congratulations young man,” Elder James said and I shook their hands again. Jesse and I left the building alone and he had an arm around my shoulder. The same two men opened the door into the foyer just as we reached it and the night air felt crisp against my hot face. I felt almost feverish and Jesse opened the car do

No one said anything for a long time until the female started talking. “First, let me introduce myself. My name is Jade, and I am the mate of Kellan, whom you have already met. I am human, but because I am mated to a Dragon, I am able to live an exceptionally long life. I am over two hundred years old.”

I didn't wait for the pen. I grabbed the silver dagger that Malphas had dropped. I didn't stab him. I stabbed **Myself**. I drove the silver blade into the mark on my neck—the bond that Rowan had given me. --- ### The Blood of the Story The world stopped. The silver blade didn't draw red blood. It didn't draw violet ink. It drew **Gold**. The "Origin" power, trapped and compressed for three days, finally found a way out. But it wasn't controlled. It wasn't a story.

She stood proudly again and said, looking at me with her miserable appearance and thin body, "I am Jenny Anderson, daughter of Alpha Anderson from the Golden Sun Pack, and I reject you, Alpha Dragon." I smiled mockingly. Does she think that by rejecting me, I would accept her even if she were my mate? Alpha Dragon is never rejected, no matter what happens. So I shouted, "I am Alpha Dragon from the Blue Moon Pack, and I reject you, Jenny." Yes, I rejected her, but she won't go away. She will just be a whore I use for my pleasure, even if it means burning her entire pack to have her.

When Hraa woke up, it was late afternoon. She was pressed against the dragon’s warm body, his wing wrapped around her. She tried to free herself but the dragon growled in annoyance. “You have to let me go!” Hraa said. “I have to return to my tribe.” “No,” Hraa heard a voice talking inside her head. “You are mine now. My t’aja. My mate.” Hraa stopped struggling. “You can talk? she asked the dragon.

I said and turned around . “I can’t Aria , I can’t leave you.” He said so possessively. “You did it before at the cottage , I’m sure you can do it again.” I said and turned around , walking towards the house. Then I felt a sharp sting in my leg. “Argh!!!” I groaned falling to the ground. “Aria!!” Suddenly everywhere began to blur , I only heard faint noises before I blacked out. Theodore POV “Bring her in, it’s a scorpion sting , we have the antidote.” Papa Jones said.