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

"You genuinely believe that this will make me feel better? With a whiff, Ophelia questioned.

Nikolai grinned. "Darling, I'm not used to showing compassion."

Ophelia finally smiled and closed her eyes as she savored the warmth of his hands. "Thank you."

Nikolai laughed. He couldn't believe she was truly saying thank you. Letting go of her face, he gently stroked the back of her head. When he played with her hair, she occasionally opened her eyes to look into his.

The warmness of those eyes set them apart from his other two forms. These eyes were not filled with gloom; rather, they were filled with innocent feelings.

"Huh?" Ophelia lost in staring into his eyes.

Nikolai's lips twitched. "Compassion."

"It is." Ophelia smiled. "Your actions. Not just your eyes."

"Noted ma'am." Nikolai chuckled, staring at her with full amusement.