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

Song recommendation: ...Ready for it by Taylor Swift.

Ophelia parted her lips, "Nik..." Before she could even finish pronouncing his name, he seized her and shoved her all the way back against the cracked wall, pinning her more firmly beneath his crazily archaic gaze. His powerful arm wrapped her waist, preventing her entire back from being compressed against it.

Her eyes flickered with uncertainty and her chest heaved as heat swirled within them, her brain turning into oatmeal.

"Do you want to talk about what happened some minutes ago?" His eyes were widening, his tone was serious, and he swirled his finger around the rope of her shirt. "That is the past, darling. Look at me... Your present."

Taking a quick pull on the rope, he ripped the shirt off her chest and pushed it aside. The sight of her breasts, artfully concealed by her inner clothing, caused his eyes to flare brilliantly.

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