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The Lycan's Forbidden Mate

[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? ****** This book is connected to MARRIED TO THE LAST ICE DRAGON but can be read as a standalone.

Mystic_Fantasy73 · Fantasie
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227 Chs

Dawn of gods (1)

 Being obstinate, utilizing rebuttal, or beating your chest out with resolve couldn't change your predetermined fate. What will happen and what won't, had already been chosen; a foundation had been laid. 

But why? 

Why did it all matter? to prevent annihilation? to uphold an order?

He had spent his entire life being used, coerced into submission, made to live in complete terror, and made tow the line.

But.

There was always a but.

Whenever he took a life, whenever he spilled blood, whenever he made others experience terror that he was facing.... Even as a child... He couldn't deny the satisfaction he always felt. 

Having the knowledge that he was the blood moon god's reincarnation. A bloodthirsty dictator in the heavens. He understood that he was capable of much more. Because of that, his puppeteer had relied on him.