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

Those words, which Viktor spoke as though recalling a terrible past, struck Ophelia with shock. A recollection that she was completely unable to recall.

"Why didn't anyone inform me of the physical battle that actually took place on the battlefield?" She slowly inquired.

For years, the only thing that had been spoken was that Fireria and Celestia were at war, and that most of the time when the two kingdoms clashed, blood was always shed. Although they had visited the battlefield numerous times, there was no memory of a war that started solely because Nikolai stabbed her.

"Nikolai stabbed me?" She questioned, her voice low from the fear and shock pulsing through her.

"No no..." She sighed deeply and turned to face Viktor, who appeared to be attempting to calm her down. "So it appears that you are familiar with me. Why did I and Nikolai... fight?"

Red mist