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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 · Fantasia
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229 Chs

Training with a Novikov (1)

Ophelia left for the door as soon as she finished getting dressed in a long, light-weight sky blue gown. After taking a shower, she anticipated seeing Nikolai or Pain in the room, but all she saw was the dress, which was neatly folded on the bed.

As soon as she flung open the door, she gasped in shock to see a man standing there wearing a quite serious expression. His brown eyes caught her attention, and she blinked before noticing how big he was. A warrior's level of fitness. 

"Who are you?" She gazed along the deserted hallway, asking the man with dirty blonde hair. "Where is Nikolai?"

"I'm Artem, your highness." He remarked politely, and she turned her attention back to him, furrowing her brow in interest.

"Do you know me?" He nodded as he noticed her slight astonishment.

"Princess Ophelia Viadislav of Fireria." She gently nodded in response to his respectful remark. 

"Where is Nikolai?" She asked once again