Dragon Age Self Insert Novels & Stories

I'm officially Luna. One by one, the omegas step forward, presenting my items of clothing to Draaven who puts them on me himself. First is the cloak, and he wraps it snugly around my shoulder. Then the staff. And finally, the headpiece. My heart thunders in my chest as he balances it on my head carefully and when I straighten, I must say, it's heavier than it looks. But I wasn't bred to break and I stand tall even though my neck is killing me. Draaven reaches for my hand, intertwining my fingers with his.

The last time I was with Zephyr, I woke alone. Again. It’s not like I’m a heavy sleeper, but when the woman wants to slip away from me, she does. I had smelled the scent of magic when I walked into the penthouse that night. Magic and blood. Then, when she had been on the verge of falling apart, I needed to show her that she’s mine, that I don’t care how damaged she thinks she is. I know from being around Tana and Avani that nothing is more important to a dragon than being accepted and claimed by their rider. I’m not technically her rider, but I am her mate, and so I had done what I could do to show her that she’s mine, no matter what.

His midnight hair was longer down past his shoulders and I loved it. I could watch him sleep for ever but for now I needed him. I needed to feel every inch of his body. I needed to kiss him and love him like the dragon I was. First thing I needed to wake my dragon Reya. I closed my eyes and reached for her in my mind. Within seconds she was awake and I sent her strong love vibes. Thanks to my moon goddess mother my dragon was now as powerful as me. I felt my mate tighten his hold on me but he remained asleep for now.

"I will call you Caldera. It is the crater the erupts from a Magma pocket is emptied just as you come from her. Her dragon form rises before me with a gleaming smile that I return. She grabs the hand of the other Magma and I watch as they both disappear. I yelp as my body drops down a foot as the square beneath my foot disappears. I gasp and it feel like something inside me slides into place. Lighted from the instant joy I watch as the blood I shed begins to fill the hole I stand in. I hurriedly climb out of it as my body begins to flame once more from the inside out. I shout at the pain as it feels like something is ripped away from the very center of me and the room glows. The room shines

After breakfast my mom and I do some more witch training, followed by my dad with more Alpha duties training. The day of my birthday is fast approaching, and my head starts hurting. It feels like something is trying to break through. My wolf, Midnight Rose, says, “It's your dragon side, they are trying to come into your headspace. They are trying to communicate with both of us.” She tells me to focus on my mind, and help her break through. After about an hour or so, a bubbly and chiper voice is in my head saying, “Hello Midnight Rose and Ashley, my name is Crimson Rose. I'm your dragon, we will shift soon. In about 3 days, at midnight, on your 18th birthday. For now though I need to rest, a

I took a breath so deep my ribs ached, then exhaled slowly. “Lyris Aria Mooncrest,” I whispered, tasting the name that had only ever been half mine on a burnt page and a stranger’s lips. “If that’s really who I am… then you have a right to know what they’re trying to do to me.” I pulled the sewing needle from my pocket again. “Third time’s the charm,” I said under my breath and pressed the point into my palm. Pain flared. Blood welled, hot, and quick.

"He said. When he with his legs stretched out to the side and up, he saw the head enter first looking down inch by inch he saw it coming in and tightening around him there was a certain difficulty, in that his walls. They had a certain resistance to breaking through the inner walls and squeezing around that cock that was slowly inserting inside him, he was rewarded with a scream of pain for every inch inside him until he was fully inside him. Then, dropping his thighs with robotic tentacles holding his legs apart, and he inserted fully inside and slammed his testicles into his ass, was buried to the hilt, and he released his Dark-Dragon arms. “I feel so good with you squeezing my cock. “Said

Inside, our blood from earlier swirled slow and dark. “Valeria Mary Storm,” she intoned, “daughter of the storm line, chosen of the Drakvolk triad. The moon bears witness. The pack bears witness. Do you willingly enter the blood oath? Will you bind your soul to these alphas—body, heart, future?” My pulse thundered in my ears. I looked at each of them. Lorenzo tilted his head slightly. “Say it, bunny. We need to hear you.” I swallowed. My voice came out steadier than I felt.

[Failed] Well, I doubted it, even using it on elite monster gave me reduced stats. For the next two weeks, I'll make this my camp until I heal my arm. I can go down from time to time to hunt for food and to increase my aura. But I don't plan to venture too much to places I have not gone before. After all, I am one arm less than usual. Now that I have settled down let's see what that dragon blood can do. [3 drops of dragon blood, does host want to consume them now]

"What's in the book?" "Trouble," I say. "Cool." He's completely serious. "Are you going to read it?" I look at the manual. The Void Dragon Art. A cultivation method that responds to my bloodline — my real bloodline, the one that's been sealed at 94.7% by something the System won't explain. A method that was placed here specifically for the person who would return. Return. Not arrive. Return. "Yeah," I say. "I'm going to read it."