Ash X Harem Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he looks at me with a grin, "She told you everything about me, huh? So... you know why she was so mad about me heading straight to Amsterdam?" "Yeah, she was always very opinionated about you when you were there. To be honest... I always had this impression she was jealous," I admit, making Cain smile like never before, "So, how fun is it to go to a dark room?" "It's really hot, Ash. I had a clear advantage because I can see better than a human in the dark, but I just closed my eyes. I was kissed, touched and sucked by complete strangers. I never saw them, not once. I don't know who they were, what gender they were, how ugly or pretty they were... it was very hot. I usually abstained from ac

He stands behind me, arms crossed, a shadow refusing to be drawn in. The old rogue begins to speak. “She came in the season between the moons. The one with no name. The one where wolves forgot their howls. She wore no crown. No mate-mark. No Alpha’s scent.” The hum continues beneath her voice, like breath rising from old earth. “She walked alone into the Bone Lands, where no pack claimed the soil. Her hands bled spiral. Her eyes burned red. Her name was ash. Her tether already severed.” A shiver ripples through the pack. No one looks at me.

She stood. Faced the open sky. And said: “Then let them see what it means to kneel.” The music of war had ended. The silence of power had begun. And over it all, one name remained. Amara Varela. Queen of Ash. Queen of Blood. Queen of Ruin.

“I respect that. Go back to the roundhouse as soon as you can. We have a lot of things to prepare for the night.” Asher closed his eyes. For a moment, he wanted to forget the war. He wanted to exist at the flashes of memories he now has in his mind. The thing is, it couldn’t be denied. Death has already taken the only family he has left. And now, he’ll be the one to further the Denmark clan. Just him. And that fact alone is hard to register. Damon didn’t wait for him to respond anymore. Instead, he backed up from his track and went back to the roundhouse to be with Harper.

“And if you still have feelings for him, we can always try a harem. I’m not against sharing… though I have to warn you.. I don’t play nice like he does.” I nearly choked on air but Asher leaned in closer, his voice turning low, rough, and shamelessly filthy. “I’d fuck you so much better than he ever could. I’d bend that pregnant little body of yours over every surface in this room and ruin you until you forget his name entirely... I’d give you the kind of revenge that leaves you shaking. And when I’m done, you’ll thank me for taking you away from that weak little snake who couldn’t even keep his own wife satisfied.”

Everything about his life revolves around Ashanti and that's one more reason why I can't stand her. The day we stepped foot in this Harem, I swore to make life miserable for Ashanti. I persecuted and lied against her. I cooked up stories to make the other girls dislike her. I looked forward to seeing her suffer in this Harem and I did all I could to make that dream of mine come true, but every move I made was a mistake. Every calculated effort was a failure. Somehow, someone always showed up and saved her ass.

Withdrawing my fingers from her pussy, I unzipped my jacket Xanthea was wearing, and the winds did the rest of the job of removing the rest of the clothes from her tits. She shivered as the chilly winds brushed against her skin. I ran my fingers down her throat and a film of her juices spread on her skin. ‘Of course, I didn’t just call you here to piss Asher off. No. No. I had something to discuss with you two about our bride and, of course, because I wanted to fuck her… solo,’ I said, looking at Asher. Asher overtook my bike and blocked the path. Applying the brake, I brought the bike to an abrupt halt.

137 JASMINE As I walked back to my house, I was completely devastated. I could not believe Axel had been lying to me all along. How was I supposed to erase the image of Axel fucking Ashley from my mind? Ashley, of all people! I held my head and winced at the headache that was beginning to affect my sight. I went straight into my room, not saying a word to anyone. What I wanted was to fall asleep and wake up to a realization that it was all a dream.

"But you must come back. Your betrothed is waiting." "What the actual fuck?" Asher threw a mattress, tried to duck under it, got flattened. After battling it off of his prone form, he was up and creeping on Araxalim's space. "She's ours. Not some unknown tool's. He can stick it up his ass." Araxalim's mouth stretched in what could loosely be called a smile. The sharp edges of her canines slid down, pushed against the soft skin of her lip. "Be careful what you say next, shifter."

We shivered in shock and separated from each other - only to realize that it was Ashman, staring at the both of us in fury. “What is happening here?” He asked with furrowed brows. “No - nothing.” I was slowly returning back to my senses. “Nothing, am i blind?” He queried. “I was helping Lady Kim remove something from her lips.” Axel explained to him with his face lowered to the ground. “Oh really?” Ashman wasn’t comfortable with his response. It added petrol to the fire raging in his heart. “Ash…” I also didn’t know how to explain to him.