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

Nikolai, who had been sound asleep within the inn, was roused from his snooze when he smelled the unwelcome guests nearby.

Slowly, his blood-red eyes fluttered open. He was still inebriated, as evidenced by the swirl of darkness in his eyes. He sat down carefully, pulling his hair back slowly, and pursed his lips as they still slid back onto his forehead.

He called, "Ophelia," as he looked all around the room. He was unable to hear her heartbeat. She was absent from the inn. He then realized what had happened, and he stood up. "FireStorm?!"

The room's door opened, allowing a witch to enter. Indifferently staring at her, Nikolai's eyebrows were slightly lifted by the blood oozing from her lip.

She called, "Hello Nikolai," greeting Nikolai with a smile.

Nikolai winced and slouched back on the bed. "Where is my FireStorm?"

The witch instantly exhibited confusion. "What?"

Boom! And screams