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

Song recommendation: Dangerously by Charlie Puth

Without knowing what to say, she seized the jar and drank nonstop until it was completely empty. She heaved a long sigh and wiped her lips on the back of her palm before raising her gaze to Nikolai, who was staring at her expressionlessly.

He had expressed no emotion at all while uttering those words, and his face was completely expressionless.

He dared to erase her memory? She caught sight of something she shouldn't have? She was furious! What right did he have to erase her memories? Did he really need to erase her memories from the majority of her early years?

"There are two of you." He intervened, his slurred voice silky and sleepy.

"Huh?" Ophelia confusedly questioned.

"They are two Ophelias." His eyes were blinking slowly, almost as if he were straining to keep them open.

Two Ophelias