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 his entire life, Nikolai had never experienced such anxiety. He wasn't as anxious as he was now even when she was stabbed by a spear.

She appeared to have disappeared in a stupor as soon as he pointed the book at her face. Her eyes were ablaze with golden light, locked on his face, and slowly... He could see tears starting to form in her hazel-gray eyes.

He couldn't help but question himself. Had she been threatened by Boris? Had she met his mother? Was she in any way hurt?

In a state of increasing worry, he questioned her continuously. She appeared perplexed, tears filling her eyes, eventually turning them bloodshot as if she had been crying for hours. He realized she didn't know about the tears threatening to spill from her eyes until she raised her voice.

She was dozing off on the bed, still covered in his cloak, and he was sitting in the chair, staring at her.

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