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

When Ophelia returned to her palace, she took care to ignore the inquisitive looks from the servants who were staring at her. Her face was pale, tears were streaming from her eyes, and a hand was covering her cheek.

With haste, she entered her chamber and sat down on her bed, gripping her dress.

Her cheek had a big, horrible burn, and it was taking a while for it to heal. Her eyes welled up with tears again, streaming down her cheeks so clearly she could feel the burn.

"I hate this." She inhaled deeply, gripping her dress more firmly.

Meanwhile, Nikolai was alone in his chamber, elegantly attired for the ball and staring blankly at his hands lost in profound thought.

"I don't have enough time." he muttered to himself and scowled somewhat.

At that moment, a timid and anxious-looking servant entered the room.

She stammered a little. "Your... Your divinity is..."

Dawn of Gods (12)