Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths Novels & Stories

With that, he closed his eyes, utterly content. From beginning to end, he refused to give me even a glance. The wedding rings we exchanged lay desolate in a pool of blood. Blood and tears mingled, etching crimson trails down my face. What had my three decades amounted to? Pain engulfed me, and overwhelming hatred made everything go black. As I lost consciousness, only one thought remained. “I was wrong, system. Villains... don’t deserve redemption. He should die!” … When I opened my eyes again, I was standing on the stage in a formal dress, facing Benedict, whose body trembled before he abruptly shoved me away.

"Could it be... Could it really be... that I'm still alive? Have I truly been reborn?" Sigourney would live her life over again, one more time. This was not a dream. She had returned to six months ago-when she was at her most beautiful, most radiant, and had the strongest pillar of support in her husband. A faint smile curled on Sigourney's lips as she gazed thoughtfully out the window. This time, she would make them pay. Every ounce of suffering she endured in her past life-she would reclaim it all, with interest. A hundred, a thousand times over.

Gwen replied. “Wait what? Absorbing what now?" “There's a legend called The White Wolf And Three Mates. It happens once every ten thousand years. A special wolf is born, by special, I mean having other abilities aside from those of a wolf. This wolf is always destined for greatness, and to achieve that, he or she needs the power of their mates," Gwen paused to check if Cruella was following, but she seemed lost. “So you're saying I'm part of a legacy now? How interesting is that? And yet I got banished out of the very world I'm destined to save." Cruella stated with a scowl on her face.

Raisa hesitated, still searching my face for some kind of hint that I couldn't be trusted, but finally, she sighed, "Each of us consorts has a designated day. Sometimes he forgets our names and calls us by that day. It's some kind of obsessive, fastidious fetish to only bed us on that schedule. I always wonder how he's not exhausted, f*cking a different girl every single night even when all he wants is an heir as soon as possible. Anyway, he never skips except when he's out conquering the rest of the world or whatever." Her candidness pleasantly surprised me. So quickly she'd dropped both acts I'd seen from her: gone was the composed elegance; gone was the cold indifference. "He always makes

Claire rolled her eyes and then left the room, I smirked and took a deep breath, looking at the PC screen on. “Should I be concerned?” I heard Hyperion's question in jest. “Oh no… I only kill virtual people. It's a roleplaying game. Today we're going to finish a Vampire the Mask campaign, a very famous game even. In this case, I'm playing with a 9th generation vampire, let alone an old one, La Sombra, which is one of the clans, and which has the pyromaniac defect. Our mission is to invade a Caern, which is a place with great magical and pure power, so to speak, these places are usually protected by Werewolves, who are divided by tribes and within the tribes there are packs, which can be mixe

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

" Lara was dragged into the ritual ground, her long white dress slightly torn apart, tears could be seen in those blue eyes of hers as she kept on pleading for them to let her go but it all fell on deaf ears. Being a nobody in the eyes of the council meant that anyone could just pick you up in the village and ask to be with you forever, asking for blood confinement. This means you'll be stuck with that person for the rest of your life " You will get to know each other, in your next life when you are reborn"

I was exhausted. My father and mother had grabbed hold of me before I fell to the ground. This pack had almost 700 pack members living in it. I had killed at least seventy of them, men and women, with that one spell. Ashra was silent, but Meari still wanted blood, Claudia’s blood. I knew that we weren’t going to be the ones to end her today. I would have to pass that on to others in the group to do. "That is fine, as long as she is dealt with, Eva," Meari replied.

My parents had always held me responsible for Andrea's death, and Steven's heart had always belonged to her. I was the outsider and the disposable one. Reborn, I made a silent oath: I would live for myself and sever all ties with them.