Concubines Novels & Stories

Gia struggled to imagine the complicated relationships they must have. “She is, and they’re still married. Yes, she is aware of King Gustaf's relationship with another woman. She doesn’t approve but also can’t forbid it. Political reasons often dictate a king's marriage. That’s why, almost always, any reigning king ends up having several… let’s call them concubines. That might be the right term,” Raven explained, searching for a simpler word. “I thought concubines only existed in fairy tales!” Gia objected. That shouldn’t exist in real life.

In the vast kingdom of Qombinia—ruled by the immortal dragon king, Drakonios—the royal court was home to fifty concubines. They were not just women; they were trophies, alliances, and weapons from across the supernatural realms. Only ten held true positions of power. The remaining forty were scattered through the palace like petals—some blooming, others forgotten. Most were gifts, forced sacrifices in gilded cages. Twenty had been handpicked by their ambitious fathers and desperate kingdoms, offered up like trade coins in exchange for treaties, magical alliances, or land.

concubines and children Stop fucking non-stop and drop them like gnawed bone, you won't have any more priestesses from the temples of Zarathanis to betray them because they've been rejected, so you won't have enemies. The distinction between legitimate and official wives and concubines is sometimes difficult to establish, with Darkness spies identifying five or six wives, or "nine wives or concubines, other less relevant and less durable loves, a multitude of bastards, his daughters' licentiousness on various planets throughout other colonies and galaxies of the galactic alliance, which he seems t

"So many women! Micah gasped. The emperor's desires must be unquenchable; a lot of foreign women were also made concubines. Some of them wore provocative outfits; some parts of their stomachs were open so that when they danced for the emperor, he would be enchanted. Some were blessed with big boobs, so they exposed their cleavages. Some of the concubines wore a lot of makeup, their thick eyeliner outlining their facial features, their lips were pink and rosy, and they smelled of expensive perfumes. No male servant was allowed into the concubine's chamber; it was punishable by death if any male servant stepped into that court. Mi

"We never heard of a wedding. And now there’s a woman at his side, and a pup too? What’s the truth?" "What truth!" another interrupted with a low laugh, "That’s no random woman. Look at her. She carries the mark of a mate. That is the wife. And the pup… She carries his bloodline. Look at them together, they even smell alike." Even the high-ranked ones were not free from it. Their voices overlapped, suspicion and curiosity. Richard lifted his head, then smiled and said,. "This is Dolphus’s private matter. I know little of it. If you are eager, perhaps you should ask him when he returns."

asked the Grand Elder, watching the concubines scheming behind their backs. "Why? Isn’t that good? Let them be—as long as what they’re doing doesn’t endanger the demon realm, there’s no harm in giving them some freedom, is there?" replied the Seventeenth Ancestor, who didn’t tend to restrict the concubines. After all, they had lived in solitude all this time; even though the demon god had given each of his concubines a child, that was still not the happiness the concubines might have desired. There was a need—in a different sense—among wives long abandoned by their

Their hair was perfectly styled, their makeup flawless, their bodies positioned artfully around the room like sinful decorations. Concubines. The word slammed into me like a physical blow. One of them… a striking brunette with amber eyes… lounged across the bed, her robe sliding off one shoulder. Another stood by the window, her long blonde hair cascading down her back. A redhead perched on the arm of a leather chair, her legs crossed elegantly. They all turned to look at me as I was pushed inside, falling on my knees on the floor. The brunette's lips curved into a knowing smile.

"Who will explain to me why my consort was treated like a criminal?" The temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly. The hotel's head butler—a high-ranking vampire appointed to oversee council affairs—trembled as he stepped forward, fear flashing in his crimson eyes. "Your Majesty," he stammered, bowing deeply. "This... this is a misunderstanding. The hotel had no intention of offending Her Majesty the Queen." "A misunderstanding?" Aurelius coldly retorted. His silver gaze swept across the room. "I saw with my own eyes the council guards laying hands on my consort."

“She worked here.” A muscle moved in his jaw. “In the kitchens,” he said. “Six months.” The hallway seemed to tilt a little. Clara had not been some perfect society girl with pearls at her throat and a family name strong enough to survive scandal. She had been staff. A girl in an apron. A girl people probably looked through until Adrian didn’t. A girl like Elena. The thought settled cold beneath her ribs. “So that’s your type?” she asked, before she could stop herself. “Poor women who need rescuing?”

“So you can sneak in whenever you want.” His mouth curved again. “What? Wouldn't it be more fun that way?” I watched him, but the tight feeling in my chest only grew. Of course, I was a fool to think I could be anything more than what I was. I had once been a princess from a kingdom his people conquered, I had been dragged into his kingdom and brought to him like some trophy he and his entire army had won. Then my status had been raised from captive to concubine. It sounded better when people said it politely, but I knew what it meant.