Solas Dragon Age Romance Novels & Stories

Hundreds of pairs of eyes—violet, gold, and predatory—turned toward me. ​"The Lunar Bride!" someone shouted, and the room erupted into a hollow, practiced cheer. ​Solas stood, his golden eyes sweeping over me with a possessive heat that made my skin crawl. He walked down the dais, taking my hand and kissing it. His breath smelled of expensive honey and ancient power. ​"You shine brighter than the sun itself, Elena," he whispered, leading me to the seat beside him.

The beep startled her breaking all of that. “Asrar, you promised me. You promised to never leave me. Where are you, where are you that has you leaving me? I need my Dragon Knight here, wrapping me in your arms. I need you to tell me I am safe and nothing will harm me. Asrar I need you home. I don’t care what you are doing you need to come back to me. I cant take it any more. I cant take this pain you have left me in.” Rosalie cried in the phone as she fell to the floor. The phone magically staying by her ear as she cried. “I’m trying to be strong Asrar, I am trying to be strong for you but I feel like I am breaking. I feel like you are being ripped from me slowly. This was suppose to be our

At the Kingdom of Gold Valley, the Lycan Wedding of the Master Dragon and the First Lycan Princess already ended and two hearts that understand, accept, and love each other started to relish the magic of joy and peace in their hearts. “I love you wife; I never thought that I could be as happy as this. As a Dragon, I was born to fight and never to be conquered by love; but you conquered me; my love for you conquered my frigid warrior heart” Dareon said in a whispering manner as he moved closer to her in their soft, king-size bed. The Lycan Princess smiled as she caressed his face. “I love you more my warrior dragon, my mate, my love.” She then showered his face with little kisses until her li

"You must love her so I know you are happy. Love her each day and do not think of me. Be happy, Sarn, or I cannot do this." He doesn't speak for a long time. His forehead leans against mine and he whispers against my lips, "As you wish." I fly away astride Roxy's back. Only the saddle keeps me on. I cry with tears of the deepest sorrow imaginable. "You knew, didn't you?" I finally manage to ask her. "There is no greater love on earth than a dragon's. Though, a wolf's comes close. I promise we will watch over him until he returns to you. And you will be as happy as you possibly can until that day. It won't be easy, but somehow you will manage."

My eyes linger on the words attached at the end of the photo. The words are blurry but are not hard to read. I should know this because I have read it a thousand times, but even when I do, it always feels like the first time. ‘I, Loretta Diaval, a dragon princess has officially fallen in love with Lucien Rossi, a werewolf.’

He leaned into her touch, entirely surrendered. Aria dipped her fingers one final time. She moved her hand to his temple, tracing a small, intricate starburst pattern just beside his eye, right above the bruising from the morning’s fight. "And this," she whispered fiercely, "is Solas. The light. You told me once that you were a monster. You told me that you only knew how to break things. But you are the brightest, most beautiful soul I have ever known. With this, I swear to always remind you of the man you truly are, even when you forget."

"I'm sorry for your loss. It sounds like you really miss him." "Dreadfully. My Raiden. My soul. My mate." I had heard Thane say that once before. "Mate?" She blew out a heavy breath. "Life partner. Chosen by our dragon counterpart. Dragons are sterile before they choose their mate." "How is mating different than sex?" The words fell out of my stupid mouth before I could stop them. "Nevermind." My face was red hot, and nothing slipped by Katarina's intense gaze. She arched an elegant brow. "What are your motives with my son, Evelyn?"

I stare at Dakota who is looking at anywhere but at me. My heart begins to race in my chest as the urge grows. This feeling dictates that I have found my mate. But, it's wrong. Dakota can't be my mate. I've known her since she was a child. It doesn't make sense that I am feeling the bond now. It just isn't possible. 'Mate' Orin, my dragon growls in my head and I freeze. "Kota!" We both turn in the direction of Dale's voice. He's panting as he runs towards us.

“Wait. Are you getting up? Do you need help getting to the restroom or something?” “I am getting ready to leave Silverfang,” Leslie responded. “You can’t. You haven’t fully recovered,” Solon said. “You don’t get to tell me what to do!” Leslie snapped. “Leslie, I’m just trying…” Solon started but Leslie interrupted him. “I, Leslie of Windpaw, reject you, Solon of Silverfang, as my fated mate!”

I shrieked as I came hard, bucking against his large finger. When I pried my eyes open, I saw him. His cold face pulled taut with sweet agony. His canines bared. His golden eyes stark against his chiseled features. My hands stretched towards that coldly perfect face, and when they made contact he leaned in and took my lips in a hard kiss, speaking against it, "Once I mark you, there's no going back. You're going to be bound to me forever." He drew back to look at me. "Do you agree to be my mate now and forever?"