Morrigan Dragon Age Romance Novels & Stories

She was ready she just had to convince herself. “We will move in the next few hours. Peggy should be back and Ryan should be done wrestling with Avalon.” Dominic sighed. He was starting to hate being around dragons. They darn near squished them in the jeep, not to mention the now hidden bite mark’s that where magically healed from the last battle. He was a strong guy but no match against a dragon. He wished he was agile like Brandon’s brothers. “I hope he is okay.” Rosalie spoke quietly. Drezic just chuckled.

My muscles tightened as I glanced at the pool. There were memories of her everywhere. I could see her moving around the place, touching everything that belonged to me, slowly forcing her way into my world. Fate was funny. Moon Goddess was a lover of drama. She definitely liked to play with us like we were her toys. I was mated to the girl who caused my parent’s death, and I was in love with her. I couldn’t do anything but want to keep her safe and happy. ‘ Don’t think about it. ’ Xandros hissed, stopping me from going down that lane again.

"And I know, Maya, I said in this life, I wasn't going to love you again, because I won't give my life a second time for love." "Stop talking, Morien. I heard everything." I say, my face straight. He doesn't listen. "But I'm sorry because... I think I lied. I'll repeat every mistake again, just to love you, Maya." His voice cracks and I believe him. "I forgive you, Morien." I say, turning my head to face him. I kiss him. We keep kissing. I feel heat burning against my fingers. My eyes fly open and there's fire on my left hand and Morien's back. We're burning! I have ignited his dragon fire.

I said instead. Her expression softened slightly. But there was fear behind her eyes now. “Then we have to find out who the contract was made with.” --- Together, we dug through every record in the library, pulling out dusty ledgers and cryptic journals. Slowly, the puzzle came together. A name began appearing again and again in Gregory Blackwell’s writings. Lady Morrigan. A woman of fog and shadow. An ancient being. Some called her a witch. Others a demon. She came to Gregory on a blood moon and offered him a deal—wealth, protection, and eternal legacy. In return: a blood bride, once every hundred years.

I feel her hug me with a sense of gratitude for allowing her to reside within me. She senses my continued confusion and is about to answer my unspoken questions when Liam comes leaping down the balcony, avoiding the stairs. “Hey bab…. Why is one of your eyes gold Em?”. I can see him but I cannot speak. “Liam, I am Morrigan. I am your mate’s wolf”.

“People dancing and…fucking?” Lorcan shakes his head. “Even your outlook on things are so fucking rigid.” His hand slip from my hair and he grips my chin, angling my head left to a beautiful Fae man with purple hair, standing between a man and woman. The woman is on her knees, between his legs and the man is kissing his neck, slowly, down to a spot between his wings that makes them twitch. I should find it disgusting, but it is oddly…arousing. “Fionn’s brother, Morien, due to wed tomorrow to a vampire heiress he absolutely loathes. That, is how he destresses.”

She says quietly,a smile blooming on her face 8“What?” I ask She giggles,then answers “You fucked didn't you. And it was rough. So rough you exchanged blood.” I feel heat creep to my cheeks and I clear my throat,avoiding Corven's smirking face. “Uh,how you-Uh how did you know?” “Oh don't be shy. You're his dragon and he's your tamer. Your marriage bound you first,then sex would bind you deeper,but blood? That would literally join you together. Perfectly bound.”

Marina never saw this coming. She couldn't dodge as the sword sliced into her shoulder, carving off flesh. She collapsed, screaming in pain, "Why? I nearly died from giving birth to your child, and you want to kill me?" Horace laughed bitterly, "My child? Royal dragons are born red. There has never been a blue one. You cheated on me!" Marina didn't know this rule. She cowered, trembling until she saw me smirking behind Horace. That was when she realized everything.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

He is trying so hard not to snap her neck in anger. “What truth?” I asked, feeling my pulse quicken. “What do you mean, you’re not part of her games anymore?” Morrigan cast her eyes down, her shoulders slumping as if she carried a weight she could barely hold. “I thought… for so long… that I could be loyal to Eirlys, that her plans would lead to something worth the blood we’ve shed. But I realized, too late, that all of it was a lie. Everything she promised was built on deception and darkness.” She took a deep breath, looking up, and for the first time, there was no trace of malice in her gaze.