Ash X Harem Novels & Stories

“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.”

That unsettles everyone more than screaming ever could. The fire takes slowly, reverently, like even the flames understand who they’re touching. Bone charms blacken and split. Bundles of herbs pop softly—sage, starflower, ashroot—her smell, her wards, her life. Smoke coils skyward, thick and bitter and unbearably familiar. Home. Cain stands behind me, close but not touching. He hasn’t touched me since the night she died. Ashton isn’t here at all—too busy holding his kingdom together with rage and blood and denial.

# Chapter 13: Twisted Truth Eve sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers still trembling from the fake panic attack she'd used to cover Marcus's latest threat. Alex held her close, his strong arms a shield against the world, while Lila prepared tea in the kitchen. The envelope from the mysterious figure burned in her hidden drawer, calling to her like a live wire. Everything felt like it was spiraling faster than she could control.

I could feel it clearly—life draining out of my ravaged body. When she'd had her fill, she climbed off me, satisfied. Her well-manicured fingers picked up a piece of silver from the table, then dropped it onto my face with disgust. "Useless thing," she sneered. "Bones so brittle. Can't even take a little roughhousing." The door creaked open. Vince Benedict, the brothel's manager, waddled in with his massive gut leading the way. He pinched the silver coin between his thick fingers and blew on it. Then he gave my limp leg a hard kick with his black cloth boot.

I would rather be detailed and overshare than under share. “Ashbane is a drug that was created for shifters since human drugs don’t work on us. Ashbane is enough to mess with someone, but Ashbane 3XR is triple the formula. There are only a few places that manufacture it. We’ve been trying to get enough proof to shut them down,” Theo explained to me. Dahlia made an ‘aha’ noise and waved her arms at the screen. How in the fuck did she get a copy of the flyer? Did she have magic or something? I swore that the girl had no limits.

Unflinching. “I’m not bitter,” she says evenly. “If anything, you and Hulio suit each other. Birds of a feather.” Then her tone sharpens. “But let’s test your theory. If I weren’t truly Alexa, how would I know this?” Ashley sneers. “Know what?” The room holds its breath. My gaze flicks to Hulio, his eyes glued to Alexa, awe softening his features. “That you and Absalom Mage plotted to have me raped by that man years ago at my art sanctuary here in Hills’ Mansion.”

Alice stood outside, amused, watching the chaos inside. Elmer turned angrily to face her, his face filled with hatred and disgust. "Alice, you are such a bitch," he grumbled. "I'm glad Conal chose Azura instead of you." "You…" Harem glared at Alice, signaling that it was time to stop. Alice pursed her lips, frustrated at not being able to express her anger. "Don't look down on Azura," Harem said at this point. "She's not the kind of person who's easy to deal with. She is a powerful weapon."

Emmy has spent her life believing she understands where she belongs: beneath the protection of King Xander, the wolf king who raised her as his own, and within a kingdom that has always been her home. But on the eve of her twentieth birthday, everything she knows begins to unravel. When a mysterious amethyst amulet awakens a power buried deep within her, Emmy discovers that her fate is tied to something far older—and far more dangerous—than the kingdom she loves. The ancient dragon king, Ignisvath, has returned from the shadows, and his connection to Emmy is not one that can be explained away as coincidence. As whispers of war spread through the kingdoms and the Dragon King’s presence grow

Nial’s calm, deliberate movements grounded me even as Arsen whispered words that made my chest ache and burn. I buried my face into Nikolai’s chest, shivering, trembling, laughing softly through tears I hadn’t realized I’d been holding back. Nadei traced lazy, teasing lines along my thighs, fingers gliding over sensitive skin, making shivers race through me. Nial held my hand, grounding me, lips brushing my ear, murmuring soft, husky words that made me tremble. Arsen pressed his lips to my hair, whispering rough, possessive confessions: “You’re ours. Always.”