Morrigan Dragon Age Romance Novels & Stories

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

Tarragon scoffed in an echo of my thoughts. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “But a dragon’s strength lies in scale, fire, and wing.” “I am more than a dragon,” Tarragon replied defiantly. “I am half-human.” The argument was lost, and they parted to gather the knights and hunters together. Aien rose slowly to his feet, still holding a handful of seeds. “What is wrong, Daethie?” He asked me. “I could not understand what was said, but I can read your face, and you are…”

Staring at her blankly, I waited for her to continue explaining it to me. “Let me put it this way. Your souls are connected. You will feel each other and be drawn to each other no matter how much you resist. Since you tried to kill yourself, Cyran thought that by making you his mate, you won’t try it again. You see, if you do kill yourself, you will be killing him as well. If he dies, you will die also. Just as I told you yesterday, once mated to a Dragon, you will be connected to each other.” I still didn’t fully grasp the concept, but I decided that I would let it be for now. I somewhat understood what she was saying. I wrote fantasy novels about Dragons. Kellan’s words about my book being

They may have had sexual encounters from time to time, but interbreeding between each other had never been possible. Maybe it wasn’t Visenya who had lost her mind. Perhaps, it was the Moon Goddess who had gone completely mad. What was the motive of mating her to a dragon? An arrogant, condescending, and terribly enraged dragon at that. Lucian snarled and bared his razor-sharp teeth just inches from Visenya’s snout. She imagined how preposterous it might look to any bystanders to catch sight of a wolf having a face-off with an indestructible dragon.

“Let's go.” “Made your decision so fast?” I could hear the amusement in his voice. I bit back a retort because who knew who Moran was? Probably the king’s right hand? Like Arnold? I gazed at him. “No matter what I say, will it get me away from riding this dragon?” Moran shook his head and then said, “Okay, now stand back.” I immediately did as told. He then said a few words which sounded completely foreign to my ears, but I could tell that he might be talking to the dragon because the dragon who had gone back to staring off in space, turned its massive head towards us.

Not a fragile runt from a traitorous pack. "The Goddess dares mock me?!" Kael spat out bitterly, his hands gripping his hair. He looked at me, his face twisted in a terrifying mixture of raw, feral lust and intense, burning anger. "She ties my soul and my lineage to a weak, pathetic male?!" "Kael..." I whimpered involuntarily. The newly awakened mate bond was singing like liquid fire in my blood. The sudden physical distance between us felt like literal agony. My body was slick, burning, begging for his heavy weight. My inner wolf was crying out for its Alpha.

She responded eagerly, tongue tangling with mine and hands exploring my back, shoulders and biceps. I could feel her need for more and her hunger and it almost matched my own. I want Morana beyond words but I will never let her know how much. "I never intended this" I admitted, my voice rough. She reached up her fingers tracing my jaw. "I know." I lowered my head, my lips finding hers again and as I positioned myself at her entrance, I understood with terrifying acceptanve that this wasn't just about integration anymore. Morana Mortaine was mine and mine alone.

Morry, ever deadly, twirled her daggers absentmindedly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation and mischief. Then the agony began. My bones shifted, stretched, and cracked in ways that felt both terrifying and liberating. My blood burned like molten gold, coursing with a fire I had never known. And then I saw her. In the nearby lake, rippling like liquid crystal, was her reflection - my dragon. Wait, what? I have a dragon?!?!?!?!

~ Theron ~ The guards outside the archive doors stepped back before I reached them. Neither one looked at me. I did not slow down. I could smell him before the doors even opened, that sharp mage-oil scent Lucien always carried, and under it, something warmer. Something that belonged only to her. I pushed the doors open with one hand.

The fire flared, casting them in molten gold. His body caged hers. But still, he did not touch. The fire did that for him. It kissed her throat. Slid across her hips. Sank into her skin like it had been waiting. Still, he did not claim her. He didn’t need to. The fire claimed her instead. But the court didn’t understand what they were witnessing. A dragon mating ritual was ancient. Sacred. Rarely performed before witnesses, and never before with a mortal. The fact that she still stood, untouched by the fire—wrapped in it like it was her birthright—made silence fall like a blade.