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 gave birth to a loud cry and spat copious amounts of blood as she felt the spear pushed straight into her stomach, first gently and then violently with a single push causing it to erupt from her back. Her entire body jolted in excruciating pain as the spear was pulled out suddenly, causing the chain that was around her wrist to chatter with excitement.

She was firmly restrained to the wall and was too weak to even consider breaking free from the chains. Her clothes were tattered with fresh and dry blood, her eyes were in their golden reptile-like state, lifeless and her mouth was covered in her own blood, all the way down to her chin.

Ophelia screamed even louder as the absurdly large build guard drove the spear into her stomach once again. She could feel golden scales beginning to form under her eyes, cascading down and completely encasing her cheeks. She was having trouble breathing and opened her mouth, forcing herself to take breaths.

Fire on fire