Mystic_Fantasy73

[Warning: Matured Content]

"Do you want me to carry you in my heart?" 


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The moment he was born, the world remained in winter. No rainfall, no bright summer, only snowfall.


He was a threat to every living being in the world...


Cyrus, the devil incarnate. Devious, dangerous, cold as ice, the being everyone wanted to kill and the being everyone feared..


Being the only fire mage, Sage, the princess of Credia, stood as the main protector of her kingdom, Credia, during dangers. Her life changed when she was told that she was going to get married to a cold hearted beast, the last ice dragon.



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Excerpt

"We might be married but I am not going to sleep in the same room with you," Sage said, gritting her teeth.

A smile tugged his lips. "Is that so?" He asked and placed his leg on top of the other.

Sage frowned deeply. "Yes," She drawled, clenched her fists which busted out raging flames of fire.

"I am going to sleep here, with you." Cyrus said calmly and stood up walking towards her slowly.

Sage couldn't deny that she was scared but she wasn't going to let her fear get the best of her. "Don't come closer!"

"Why?"

"I am going to burn you!" She screamed, closing her eyes shut.

Fear swallowed her when she felt a cold hand grab her wrist and her back met the bed with Cyrus hovering over her. 

He leaned his face close to hers, diverting his lips to her ear and said with a seductive deep whisper that sent chills to her spine.

"I want you to burn me, my love,"

Married To The Last Ice Dragon

Mirabella trailed behind Cyrus, attempting to keep up with him as he walked faster than expected.

He didn't seem to want to say anything to her, or did he only want to talk to her in the garden and not as they walked there?

They arrived on a balcony with a small table and two chairs nearby. It was a great place to eat lunch as it had a good sight of the ice garden.

There were trees made entirely of ice that bore blue flowers and fruits. There were also rare flowers in the garden, mostly white and blue with no sign of green.

They entered the garden, and Cyrus came to a halt, turning to face Mirabella, who was visibly nervous.

"I am well aware of your dislike for my wife, and it bothers me." Cyrus spoke calmly.

"Do you despise her to the point of murdering her, as Isabella did?" Cyrus cut in.

"You already know how much I love you." Mirabella stated, her blue eyes welling up with tears.

Regretful Mirabella