Mystic_Fantasy73

[Warning: Matured Content]

'Could the blow of the air be the one to extinguish a fire? Or would it be the one to kindle it even further?'



Ophelia Viadislav, a dragon from a royal family of warriors, is set on a mission to kill the Alpha heir of the Lycans, but finding out that there is a deep connection between them, she gets caught in the middle of the war, between the werewolves and her own kind, the dragons.

A pure-blooded Lycan and Alpha heir to rule a great nation, Nikolai Novikov is finally out after being imprisoned by his own family for three hundred years. In his heart, only anger and darkness revolve but meeting the forbidden fruit, she fills his heart with nothing but intense fury and burning desire.


Every step closer to her invites the wrath of the moon goddess, Every step closer to him invites the wrath of the fire gods, but they can't control it especially when Vengeance turns into passion and Hate turns into love.



A union that the gods, goddesses and those who they called family were against.


Different lives collide, mysteries slowly reveal and the forbidden love blossoms into a beautiful flower with thorns. 


What happens when they defy gods, goddesses and the entire world to be together without caring to know about the serious consequences?



Will they be brought to their knees by their enemies or would love prevail in the end?


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This book is connected to MARRIED TO THE LAST ICE DRAGON but can be read as a standalone.

The Lycan's Forbidden Mate

Song recommendation: Hold My Hand ~ Lady Gaga.

Noticing she was sweating profusely and breathing heavily, Nikolai released her shoulders. Fear filled those sharp golden eyes of hers and that sight made him bite his lower lip in frustration wondering what must have happened to trigger such anxiety. He placed his hand on her forehead feeling her extremely hot temperature.

He helped her sit down, took her in his arms, and began walking towards the bathing room.

"No.. I'm going to be fine." Ophelia said, her voice strained, making him halt his steps and moved his gaze to her.

She held his shirt, her eyes closed and she snuggled in his arms, her head relaxing on his chest. Slowly, her face loosened to a more tranquil expression. Her breathing became shallow, her eyebrows calm. And like that, she had fallen asleep in his arms.

Obsession