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

In the throne room, Alexander was having casual conversation with the officials. He didn't care about what occurred last night and, to be quite honest, didn't think he should. All he wished for was to learn that the dragoness had passed away.

Having murdered thirty warriors the previous night, a major portion of him was concerned that Nikolai would take harsh action. Nikolai's newly discovered abilities were the single thing that bothered him the most. He had previously called Anastasia to get some clarifications.

Alina walked into the throne room. Her mental endurance was unsteady, and she lacked control. She recognized her husband as Nikolai's father when she caught a glimpse of him sitting confidently on the throne and his relaxed smile moving with his chin. Despite their striking similarities, they had very distinct perspectives and behaviors.

Hate is a strong word