Dragon Age Self Insert Novels & Stories

I open my mouth to say his name when suddenly my beast takes over. “Give it to Julia” He shouts aloud. I fight with all that I have as I move to say my mate. What the hell has he just done. The little man in front of me smiles as he walks over to Julia. Just as I push my dragon back I scream. Noooooooooo! He however has already yanked her to her feet and jammed the needle into the side of her neck as he pushes the black oozing contents into her system. She screams as she falls to her knees and my dragon hollers in my head. She will be fine. Just trust me. She will be fine.

" I looked at the man in front of me and an anger rose up within me. I felt like killing the man at all cost. I saw the man trying to charge his lightning powers by coating the sword with it. Not making the same mistake from last time, I'll bent down and picked up the dragon sword that had fallen with my right hand. But something strange happened. The sword on my left hand glowed blue and the blood from my two misjointed arms floated above the air and in an instant, they were all consumed by the Dragon sword.

I felt myself falling, but they caught me, holding me up with a cruel grip. I tried to fight back, but my body betrayed me. My limbs felt like lead, and my vision spun. A sharp pain seared through my side, and I knew I was in trouble. My wolf, Nyx growled weakly as I bit on my lower lip. “You bastard. I’d never be able to submit to you. You are not my mate, I refuse to accept you” I say in pain feigning confidence. Blake is a rogue who has been trying to persuade me to get involved with him for months now.

“Their opinions don’t matter. Don’t ever let anyone try to shame you for being what you are.” “I like that he’s like me. Makes me feel like I can make it, you know? Part of me always feels like I’m at war with myself. My dragon instincts are different from my wolf ones and very rarely do they agree on anything. It’s nice to know that I’m not alone in that.” I smiled softly as I sat forward and kissed the mark over his heart, smiling at the intake of breath from Brodryn as I did so. “That makes sense, I just hope that you feel comfortable enough to be yourself around the rest of us as well.” I looked up into his dark eyes and smiled, running my hands over the stubble on his jaw.

Sloane warns, her eyes sharp as razors, “I’ll make you regret it.” I force a breath, my hands trembling as I reach for my shirt. Slowly, deliberately, I lift the hem, fingers hooking into the waistband of my joggers to reveal the curve of my hip bone. Her eyes narrow as a faint iridescent glow shimmers across my skin—the enchantment circle carved into me. I press a hand against it, feeling the sting of its truth as my hair falls around me and my clothes become bigger. “My name,” I say, voice breaking, “is Eldora Maine of the New Moon Pack. I never wanted harm. I only wanted the Certificate… so I could become ruler of my pack.” My throat tightens. “That’s all I wanted.”

Jasmine POV: When I woke up, it was almost sunrise and I found myself lying on my bed in our servant tent neatly clothe in white cotton gown that I took with me yesterday to change after bath, my entire body was aching and in brushing pain. I took off my night gown and found a Rune on my chest, I quickly walked to our only mirror in tent and found that it was my palm long a dagger Rune which was encircled with a dragon around it in spiral, my entire Rune was made of forest green color and it looked new with some redness around. I felt very humiliated; I was forcefully claimed and marked by “Draco”, he considered me as nothing less than his slave, maybe I’ll die in his hand in few days.

Every time I hesitated, the dragon flared bright. I was not a slave. I was not his. I was chosen by the mate I’d taken, by the ancient blood coursing through this land, by something older than either of us. And I would not be broken.

I have to be able to fight through burns and broken bones to claim my dragon. At first my warriors didn’t like the idea of truly putting me in danger, but we’ve worked up to it over the years. Now, I can handle three of them at once, all sending fire at me from different directions. By elvish law, a potential rider can only use their element and ‘tools’ created with natural products. Over time, I’ve created multiple versions of a rope. The first versions burned away quickly. I’ve had to become more creative with the earthen products that I’ve used to create my rope. I now feel that I have something that will not only stand up to some of Kenna’s fire, but isn’t completely made of stone or roc

“You’re…you’re her.” “I am The Mother!” As I exclaimed my title, I used my human hand to yank his head back by pulling on his hair. My mouth opened, expelling a purplish-blue flame into Draven’s now gaping mouth. The dragon that was inside him emerged. It looked at me before he bowed. When that dragon looked into my eyes, I felt a connection. I had met it before, but where? When?

My love for Archer, a truth I'd long denied, now surfaced with undeniable clarity. As Archer fights for his life, restlessness hounded my heart and I am praying for a miracle for Archer to heal quickly. The thought of losing Archer and never confessing the depth of my feelings was unbearable. Archer, the father of my child, cannot leave us in such silence. After the doctor and nurse left my room, I was determined to check on Archer, regardless of the consequences to myself. I managed to cast a protective spell over both the child and myself. Closing my eyes to perform the magic, I felt a surge of power reminiscent of the moment I discovered my dragon, Ryu. My body pulsated with a strength th