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

Snowflake, Ares, Venus, and Stefan materialized in the Videnia garden, surrounded by the eerie silence of the ice statues. Their gazes swept across the frozen figures, taking in the familiar faces of Katherine, Mirabella, and the Treacherous Four who were also present.

Mirabella ran towards Stefan, concern etched on her face, but his attention was fixated on Ashton's statue, his expression torn between a smile and a sigh.

"Stefan, are you okay?" Mirabella asked, worriedly.

Stefan's eyes shifted to hers, his nod slow and mechanical. "Yes."

Mirabella couldn't help but sigh. How could he lie so well when he had dark circles around his eyes and he looked so pale.

"There's nothing that can be done. This is eternal ice." He said as he approached Ashton's statue, his eyes fixed on the frozen form.

Mirabella couldn't believe her ears. "No! No, I can't lose Isabella like this!"

Shall we?