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

They entered the Arena to louder whoops, screams, and cheers.

The frigid winter air was thick with the punishing stench of blood and sweat.

The combat tournament was attended by the strongest warriors from numerous Celestian kingdoms and empires as well as their royals. There would undoubtedly be a huge banquet that night in the imperial regal Castle.

Nikolai moved toward the main stage, where his family was seated, while maintaining a firm hold on Ophelia's hand. Alexander's lips twitched as he met his son's gaze and gripped the throne's armrest. He was enraged by the dragon's participation in this sacred event.

Ophelia, who remained silent the entire time, joined Nikolai in front of his father. The Novikovs were all in attendance. And like in the dining room that day, they continued to fixate on her. Gods! She was uneasy with them so she dipped her head to escape their eyes.

"There's no room for us here," Nikolai arched an eyebrow at his father.

Combat of fire and blood (1)