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

Heaving a sigh, Nikolai felt the energy that had been rushing into his body dissipate. His eyes then flickered to the mist that was engulfing him and Ophelia. It was likewise vanishing. Odd. He forced himself into a sitting posture, carefully cradling Ophelia, and then lifted her into his arms and stood up.

His gaze drifted from Ophelia's placid, unperturbed face to the bleeding side of her neck. "Why do I think I'm supposed to mark you tonight."

"Nikolai!" From a distance, Rhaziel's voice resounded.

Rhaziel was standing there with a startled expression as Nikolai turned his attention to the dungeon's bars. He appeared to have seen a ghost as his eyes lingered over Nikolai's bloodied lips and Ophelia, who was unconscious in his arms.

"Why the hell?" He gasped as he opened the door and proceeded to the dungeon. "How did she enter this place? What happened?"

"Stop provoking me with pointless inquiries." Nikolai scowled.

Scent of mate