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

Ophelia dodged his initial strike by swiftly eluding him. As she ran past him, she tightened the row of chains, her eyes becoming more alert. She then twirled the chains and faced Danil, who had turned to reveal his formidable back. Without blinking an eye, she swiftly and forcefully slammed the chains on his back, which startled him.

"Ohhhhh!" Yulia faked discomfort, groaning. "Goodness gracious!"

The other attendees muttered in disbelief, and Victor remained rooted to the place, gazing at Ophelia as if he had just witnessed a ghost.

Danil sighed and groaned. With the chain in hand, Ophelia started to whirl it around like a rope being used to lasso a bull's neck.

Danil turned to look at her, a searing wrath written on his features. He attempted to charge again, but Ophelia threw the chain around his ax and forced him to release his solid hold on it.

Training with a Novikov (2)