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, clenching her teeth in annoyance, focused her gaze on the target and pulled harder on the bowstring. Her breathing was tight and full of rage, her eyes morphed into their golden reptilian shape, sharpening ferociously. The moment she released the arrow, Nikolai materialized right in front of the target, catching it with ease.

Ophelia let out a gasp at his abrupt entrance.

"Darling," He called, a taunting smile coming upon his sharp handsome features.

She scowled, putting another arrow against the bow. "I will split your skull. Get out."

"Oh. You're upset with me?" Nikolai questioned, seeming surprised, then grinned once more.

"Screw you." Ophelia shot the arrow straight at his forehead with a harsh hiss of disapproval. But gods! he caught without a breath and started to approach her with his head cocked to the side. She couldn't take her eyes off of him.

Hidden concern