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

Vladmir nodded in agreement, his eyes turning into their silver wolf-like form.

"Attack!!!!" There came a wail of great intensity from a deep, foreign voice in the distance.

Without hesitation, all of the wolves brandishing their pitchforks started to hurl them in the direction of the group.

Every pitchfork froze in midair and every fire torch burst fiercely as it approached them, frightening the werewolves.

"Aim high and stay up! Defend your rights! Your decisions!" That strange voice cried out once more, much louder this time.

With purpose and fury, every werewolf let forth howls.

"This is suicide." Danil's expression darkened as he whispered.

"That voice... Who is that?" Pavel clenched his hand and whispered.

"Sasha, are you doing this?" The pitchforks were hovering in front of them, surprising Rhaziel, who questioned.

Startled, Sasha shook her head. "No."

Blood and butterflies (1)