Morrigan Dragon Age Romance Novels & Stories

I asked my voice trembling as I searched her eyes for answers, my head aching with confusion. ‎“Yes my dear, your acting was perfect even I began to believe you had fallen in love with that man" Mom said, her eyes beaming with excitement, “Oh my darling Porsha, I knew you would one day make me proud but not once did I expect this much. You just made me the true Luna of this pack. Despite not being able to have a son you have made me go down in history as the mother of the girl who single handedly put an end to half a century fuge between the werewolf and the dragon clan. I must confess you are pretty smart Porsha. Tell me, how did you manage to sway Leviathan into your laps?" ‎At this moment

“You don’t understand. You tied me to her without my consent. Do you know what you have done?” “You bonded me to her!” I shouted again, louder this time, my voice shaking with so much rage. She knew me. She knew how much I hated this, being tied to anyone. And not just anyone, a wolf. Of all things. I looked down at Zamora. My dragon stirred inside me, whispering dark thoughts. Burn her. End it. She’s a threat. The voice was cold but clear. And part of me agreed. I turned back to my mother, eyes burning. “Why?” I asked, though I already knew. “Why would you do this?”

“It’s rare, but it happens. The Moon Goddess….” “I don’t care about the damn Moon Goddess,” she snapped, eyes fiery now. “Don’t stand there and tell me you know me because of some invisible string!” My jaw clenched. Ronan, my wolf, whimpered inside me, pacing, pushing against my ribs. Her rejection wasn’t even final yet, and it was already shredding something inside us. He wanted her. Claimed her. And hearing her deny what we both knew tore into him. Tore into me.

she said firmly. As I watched her focus, I felt a surge of pride. This was the woman I loved, fierce and resolute. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she connected with Verena. A bright light enveloped her, radiating from within, and I felt the energy thrumming in the air. Morana’s transformation was breathtaking. Her features softened, her aura shimmering with power as she embraced her Lycan. “Verena, lend me your strength!” Morana cried, her voice echoing with newfound authority.

Children squealed and pointed, scattering petals across the marble steps as Aragon descended in a graceful arc and landed just beyond the garden’s edge, careful not to disturb the delicate canopy or the startled musicians. Liam swung down even before Aragon had fully settled, boots crunching over flower petals as he straightened, one hand smoothing back his windblown hair. A servant who had rushed forward to greet him paused, staring wide-eyed at the great dragon who now lay curling his tail neatly around a corner of the lawn, nostrils flaring at the unfamiliar scents of incense and fresh lilies. “Where’s niece?” Liam asked with excitement in his eyes. The young servant snapped out of his wi

It was Dante who stepped forward to answer her. “Things aren't always what they seem, Morrigan but I'm sure you understand that well enough. What's in it for us? Let's say we are also after revenge of our own.” “I'm gonna need more details than that.” “I think we should hold off on details until we are sure you are on board.” Morrigan bit her lip, considering his words for a moment before she shook her head with that cold smile. “You three are ridiculous and your offer doesn't make sense. So No! I'm going to pass. I do not need your help getting what I want.”

My arms tremble as I graze my teeth along the delicate skin of her neck, tasting her, silently begging her to wake up. Beyond the tower walls, the battle continues now plagued by darkness. Smoke fills the air, cutting through the heavy fragrance of roses as fires burn all over Vaeloria. I’ll go into the flames willingly. I’ll sacrifice myself to whatever cause is left. I just can’t accept that Morgathra won… I bite down on Maxiana’s neck. It’s impulsive and reckless, but I’m being driving by pure instinct as moonlight drifts onto the bed, spreading silver beams across her legs, then her stomach.

Slowly, he swiped a finger through the red droplet and tasted it. His eyes suddenly went wide. The vertical slits of his pupils blown out until his eyes were solid, burning gold. "What are you?" he whispered, his voice no longer cold, but dangerously feral. Suddenly, a violent shockwave erupted from the point where his skin touched hers. A searing, white-hot light exploded between them, blinding the guards. Aria felt as if her veins were being filled with liquid diamonds. On the pale skin of her collarbone, a mark began to carve itself in real-time. It wasn't a tattoo; it was a burn, a brand of a dragon entwined with a moon. It glowed with a celestial radiance that pushed back the shadows of

“Would you rather find a way to negotiate with the dragon, perhaps unite with the other kingdoms to face him, or six months or a year from now, would you like to be the one someone is thinking of while he or she is training, their purpose in taking on the dragon to avenge the lost princess?” She was listening, but his words were not changing her mind. They were only making her mad. In her mind, the visions she’d had of herself triumphantly killing the dragons, imaginary stories she’d been telling herself since Gavin was taken, began to morph. Instead of her sword sinking through the soft part of his throat, bringing him down in a bloody mass of scales and smoke, she saw the dragon lifting he

“What are you doing here?” He walked in and closed the door behind himself. He even locked the door then walked closer and closer to me. He had lust in his eyes. I stumbled backwards almost knocking over the lamp on the nightstand. I was nearly forgetting how to push the right words out of my mouth. “We can’t do this… I want to be accepted here.” I mumbled because all I knew was rejection and deceit. Why would the dragon prince be any different? It wasn’t like the king and queen would let us be together. It was hard to say no when my body was aching with lust.