Dragon Age Self Insert Novels & Stories

“That’s an easy one. Yes. You have a soul scraped and pressed and molded together from the suffering of dragonkind. Your soul is the soul of all dragons, now and then and forever. Of course you can have a mate. What, don’t tell me you still think you’re too human for that? After everything you’ve done.” She grimaced, lips pressing tighter and tighter as she struggled to find an argument. But other than the eye-rolling ridiculousness of the Druid talk, she had to admit she had known for while now that she was different. Too different, she might have said not too long ago, but that was when she used to think inhuman blood was something dirty and dishonest. Now…how could she think that, knowing

she repeated. He chuckled and ran his hand through his dark hair, which caught the light of the moon and made it look like satin threads. “My name is Slate,” he told her, looking her right in the eyes. “I know the dragon well, Princess, because… I am the dragon.”

A vision shatters over us— --- Scene One: The Birth of the Wyrm A woman in silver robes kneels in a room of starlight and bone. Her eyes blaze with flame. Her belly's round and hard. A voice speaks from the walls themselves. > "One shall bear the beast, and in bearing, bind it. Her blood will not be mortal. Her fire, not hers alone." I take a gasping breath. "That's her," Ingrid whispers close beside me. "Your mother." The woman—my mother—cries out. Not in agony, but power. A shadow of a dragon bursts from her chest and wraps around her as a shield. Not born. Bound.

Then Black Dragon spoke. “Hello. I’m Black Dragon of Dark Knight, 18. But just call me JD outside.” He said with a smirk. I gulped. He’s not even offering his hand for us to shake. He’s not even sharing anything more about himself. Just like that. His aura radiates confidence and no fear. But I can also sense a feeling of excitement and loneliness at the same time. I shook my head. It’s confusing. I sighed. Sean-hyung looked at me. “Something wrong, Hawkeye?” he asked.

To be bound to one and for that one to be their all… but the interest I have in their king has deepened since I realised I was fated to one, too… That was the final revelation that rid me of the seed of doubt regarding the ancient dragon fire that I possess. Only one who possesses it can have a fated mate. I pull the hood of my cloak lower as I decide to mix with the people below. I will fit in, because there are elves and vampires amongst them and although my build is bigger, I won’t stand out too much… Or I hope not. Making my way down the cobblestone paths, I inhale the array of smells from the delicious food being cooked, to the fragrances that are being sold or worn by the people here.

My muscles aren’t sore at all and I feel great. Once again, I feel the pain of not being worthy of such an incredible, magical animal. As I organize the vials and tubes of Amne’s blood in front of me, making sure everything is processing as needed, I move the vial of Yhendorn’s blood, the one that has been processed to help someone’s DNA blend, one just like the tube I used on Eric earlier. I stare at the vial. It would be so easy for me, so easy to inject myself and to have my DNA blend with that of a royal elf. Then, I would be worthy of the water dragon. Then I would be able to claim her properly.

she whispers before strolling away. My fist clenches as I watch the slut. Her attitude burns in my veins like fire struggling to break free. My light skin fades red like a volcano as I grind my teeth. I shall play along, while digging a bigger grave. When the time is due, I shall dispose of her in a gruesome way she shall understand why I am Drago Ryder; the Alpha who can slay a dragon.

Thalia’s POV “To master the elements, you must first master yourself.” The dawn after my induction into the Direwolves began not with a celebration but with a battle. This battle is not against an enemy but against myself. This morning, Agalaya woke me up before the first rays of light touched the treetops. The cloak Azure had given me the night before still smelled of smoke, rain, and ashes. The pendant on my neck pulsed faintly, responding to my emotions. I traced my new birthmark with my fingers as I felt them burn.

She softly nodded, her eyes not leaving him. “Did you hear when I said my mother sacrificed herself to save my father?” He asked and when she nodded, he said, “She sacrificed herself by giving her blood to him, to heal him of the fatal injury he had sustained. T’s was so because, in the dragon’s world, mates can heal each other of any injury, poison, or disease.” He saw the shock in her eyes and waited until she had put two and two together. When her eyes widened, he knew she has finally figured it out, “aye, Mariah, we are mates.”

It was his only source to keep up the façade of being the fiercest dragon on this side of the mountain. “All warriors and elders, gather in the meeting hall!” Adam thundered as he drank the last bit of the flask. His body strengthens in an instant, his dragon roaring loudly in his chest. His dragon wanted blood, and it didn’t matter who. He was going to kill someone this night, and he was hoping it would be Creed.