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

Slowly releasing her hold on his neck, Ophelia pressed herself back onto the bed and gave him an innocent look. Those eyes. She was riveted on those crimson eyes, which always seemed to have their own minds of their own, and they were devouring her from the inside out. They had an insatiable need and lust for her.

Those eyes said it all—he wasn't going to let her sleep a wink that night.

She managed to whisper, "Nikolai."

Ophelia hurriedly averted her glance from him as she covered her body with the blanket, her hands firmly in place.

"Oh no, no." He smiled before grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the bed. "My sweet, don't keep your lovely body hidden from me."

Ophelia gulped and clenched her thighs. "Did you have to give me a bath?"

Ophelia gasped and wanted to punch him, but it almost seemed like he sensed it because his hold on her wrists tightened and his smile brightened.

Belong to you