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 caught her breath when she unexpectedly materialized on the roof of one of the tallest buildings in the imperial metropolis. She gazed at his face, holding onto his cloak. His eyes were hard and frigid and like his face, the smile that danced on his lips was incredibly flimsy and cold. She sighed and took in the stunning winter view of the vast city.

The large number of people going through the streets, the carriages moving from one direction to another, the stalls and shops that sold every need and want.

It was impossible to escape the music and laughter, and the festive scent permeated the brisk air that swirled about them.

Nikolai was staring at her with a focused gaze as she smiled and turned to face him. His smile was more loose and his gaze was softer than it was a few minutes earlier. Unpredictable. What was going through his head? Aside from the blood pearl, what else was bothering him?

"You fret too much." Nikolai remarked.

Fun of the moon festival (2)