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

"I am not; what would you like to do?" Sage asked calmly, a sly smile on her lips, and she appeared less shocked than she had earlier.

Cyrus smirked as he tilted his head to the side, focusing his gaze on her and noticing how relaxed she was. He was impressed that she showed no fear of him.

During the first few times he went into his dark state, he could see the fear in her eyes that she had for him, fear that he could almost taste.

Did he feel fortunate that she wasn't afraid of him?

He honestly didn't know what to feel and just wanted to go with the flow.

The way she looked at him as if he were a valuable treasure despite the fact that he had killed so many, the way her emerald eyes glinted like the fire that could melt his eternally frozen heart, the way he could hear her heart beating rapidly.

He let out a small laugh, still unsure of how he wanted to feel and how he felt.

Go with the flow