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

Stefan stood in front of the castle, his emerald eyes glistening softly, and he inhaled the cold wind, which cooled the fire in his heart that was still burning lightly.

His mind was replaying the moment Ashton unexpectedly kissed him, and it wasn't the first time the demon prince had come this close to him.

Stefan wasn't sure what to think... did he like it?

Hearing the sounds of horses, he looked around to see a carriage approaching him.

He took a step back, and the carriage came to a complete stop. The guard jumped down, bowed his head at him, and opened the carriage door.

The guard assisted Isabella out of the carriage, and Isabella looked at Stefan with interest before bowing her head.

"Hello there, Lord Stefan," she said as she elegantly extended her hand towards him, which he held and lightly kissed.

Isabella laughed, and Mirabella, who was exiting the carriage behind her, rolled her eyes at her flirtatious sister.

Unpredictable halfling?