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

Ophelia did not bother to imprison the gods. She released them so they could submit their reports.

Despite being aware of the assassination, she truly didn't think they would storm into her castle, but her instincts told her otherwise. Knowing full well that her castle was too sophisticated for the assassins to desire to follow a window or anywhere, she instructed her guards and maids to let the assassins in.

Overall, she remained quite enraged.

Seated on the cushion in one of the castle's cozy little sitting rooms, she balled her fists. "We just have a few minutes more."

Nikolai just stared. "You should have let me finish them off."

Ophelia glared at him. "I do not want blood to be spilled unnecessarily."

Nikolai scowled. Back then, the scent of blood served as a draw. They were aware of the blood moon gods' predilection for blood, of course. He folded his arms across his torso. "Ridiculous."

Dawn of gods (13)