Chinese Harems Novels & Stories

She was but a stranger. And it wasn’t like she wanted to do that either. She wanted to keep as much distance between them, remembering his harsh words that were almost like a threat now. He could have returned her. He could have kicked her out last night, but instead, he’d placed her in his harem. Maybe it was because his libido and his carnal desire were too strong for his tiny little brain. It would be the first or the last time a man was lead by his penis. Now, what he said last night felt more like a threat.

You are being chosen to join the harem to help relieve warriors. The harem ended years ago and was stopped by the current lycan king's father. It was never supposed to happen again. Everyone believed and thought it to be abolished. The way they selected through the females was repulsive. They would find the healthiest ones from each pack, and I'm not talking about their health. I'm speaking about their female parts. They looked for women who had luscious breasts and plump butts.

I replied. "Sorcery powers are randomly distributed in our clan, but there are four main types: fire witches, healers, seers, and hunters, who are distinguished by their blood-red hair. The hunters have something special about them; they have a natural enemy due to their magic. You have anti-werewolf powers. In other words, you were born to kill them," she said. It felt like I was in a dream. "I'm sure I'll wake up soon," I said, getting out of bed.

Chapter 22: The Lie (Part-2) During his days as a slave, Jeremiah read a book in the abandoned library about a sanctuary of mateless omegas. This sanctuary was called the Green-Garden temple, the place that not only a shelter for stray omegas who did not have a soulmate, but also the place of education, where the priests teach other omegas how to use white magic, so they could make their life worthwhile to help those who in need. Everyone was eligible to seek shelter in the temple as long as they were mateless because all priests must lead a life in celibacy.

At least for now, they all belong to big-nosed and double-horned uterus breeder me. Take that, Emily.

The moon hung low and bloated over the estate, the color of old bone. Every window in the villa blazed with light, but the true celebration spilled outside into the gardens. A labyrinth of twelve-foot yew hedges had been groomed for one night only, then laced with lanterns that glowed crimson behind black glass. Music drifted through the corridors: low, pulsing drums and the wet throb of cello strings that sounded almost like a heartbeat.

In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.

Suddenly, he roared, "Here is my harem. How dare an Earth ant like you break into my harem and try to take my weapon?" His harem? Chu Xun was surprised. This brat was good at playing. The Ice and Snow Clan turned out to be his harem. Wasn't he afraid he would die of fatigue? "I have beaten up the Immortals before. Why can't I come to your harem? In the future, I will ask all the warriors on Earth to come and visit your harem," Chu Xun sneered. The Son of God's eyes were cold. What did Chu Xun mean? Chu Xun would ask the others to come and visit his harem. Did Chu Xun regard his harem as a whorehouse?

Their reputation preceded them. Lucian and Lorian were the owners of The Witching Hour and were perfectly mismatched; Lucian with his dark, brooding intensity, and Lorian sparkling with an easy charm that seemed to draw light from the neon glow. Despite their contrasting personalities, they shared a palpable energy that felt... different. Unaware of the mystical undercurrent that linked them, they exuded a charisma that demanded attention. They were known womanizers. They always shared one woman and were never seen with the same woman twice. That is exactly what she wanted. No strings, no pressure, no rules…just raw desire.

The entire world-building, the entire magic system, exists solely to justify the characters engaging in sex. "Normal people can have multiple partners if they are powerful," Arlo continues, his voice hushed. "Awakeners even more so. Partners who are officially recognized by a powerful Awakener are called 'Familiars'. Many Demi-humans consider it a high honor to become a Familiar to a strong Awakener." He looks down at his hands. "My mother has many Familiars. My father was just one of them. That Vampire brother I mentioned? We share the same mother, but different fathers. Even though I am weak and pose no threat to his inheritance, we are technically rivals."