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

Nikolai watched Ophelia eat. She took big nibbles and gently smiled with each swallow, her eyes sparkling with delight. His eyes dipped to her throat at every movement she made, then to her lips, which she licked slowly. She had eaten salad, sauced pork, porridge, and now she was consuming a bowl of soup. He had honestly never seen anyone eat as much as she did.

He was pleased to see that she was awake, alive, and present with him and he felt proud of himself for controlling his smiles.

When she was finished, he poured her a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and gave it to her. She drank it all and exhaled contentedly, beaming a happy smile at him.

"Whenever it comes to eating, you never cease to surprise me." Carrying the tray of empty plates and bowls, he chuckled.

"It seems like days have passed since my last meal." Ophelia mumbled, dabbing a napkin across her lips.

Heartbreaking tales of love