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

Esmeralda sat silently beside Ophelia, her eyes focused on her friend's serene face.

"Lia.." She felt her anxiety gnawing at her throat like a persistent whisper.

Hesitantly, her attention drifted to the dark night sky outside, where stars twinkled like diamonds against the inky blackness.

The moon's absence was a vivid reminder that Vladmir's control over Celestia remained unbroken.

"Oh, I can't believe this." Esmeralda's thoughts swirled with unease. The world was still celebrating from the end of the eternal winter, but she felt no joy, only a hollow sense of dread.

After settling Ophelia into a comfortable slumber, Esmeralda retired to her own chambers, where her maids assisted her in changing into a delicate sleeping dress.

Nightmare of a god