Curse Of The Royal Harem Novels & Stories

Sandy said and they entered the royal hall. The hall was a spectacle, filled with werewolves dressed in stunning ball gowns and elegant suits. Masks covered their faces, wine glasses in hand as they engaged in lively conversation, the air filled with the sound of chandeliers sparkling above. The flag symbolizing royal blood hung proudly on the walls, and at the center of it all was an empty throne. A long table draped in gold and red tablecloths stretched along the side of the room, laden with platters of food and drinks, while servants in formal attire moved gracefully, offering trays of champagne and red wine.

Even if it was a pleasurable occurrence for Cassandra of the past, they've come to realise how wrong it was in a third person's perspective. Falling in love with five people at the same time was tedious. All five falling in love with one girl was like a fairytale. To prevent from heartaches and heart breaks, this reverse harem was hence deemed Forbidden. The Forbidden Reverse Harem shall not continue.

“Because the signs are unmistakable. The Blood Moon. The bond. Your power. The survival of the cursed prince depends on you, Moonborn. The deity that forged the curse… knew you would come. You were always part of the plan, whether you knew it or not.” --- The door creaked open, revealing a chamber lined with ancient texts, glowing crystals, and a large stone pedestal. Upon it lay a single scroll, its edges frayed, its surface etched with intricate symbols that seemed to shimmer with a light of their own. Kael gestured for her to approach. “The words you see are not just written—they are alive. They respond to those bound by the curse. They will reveal only what you are ready to see… and noth

Then she exhaled, shoulders dropping just a fraction. “It’s the curse of the throne,” she said quietly. “Years ago…way back, the great-great-great grandfather of the current king…he committed a sin. Forced himself on his beta’s mate. She was in so much pain, so much shame… she couldn’t bear it and killed herself. When the beta came back from the front lines and learned what happened, he lost his mind with grief and rage and turned to black magic. He went straight to the throne room, sliced open his own palm, let his blood spill across the seat, and cursed whoever sat on it next. Said their beast would control them. That the hunger for blood would grow until it led to their demise. That their

Was all she said and then she was gone again, shutting the door behind us and tapping softly on the door across. Mishka and I glanced at each other before rising at once, neither of us willing to test Madame Esmelda’s patience. “That’s the other thing I wanted to tell you,” Mishka whispered furiously to me as we walked down the hall, the other doors opening as all the other girls filed into the hall. “Only a limited number of girls can remain in the King’s harem. Once he casts his old favorites out, usually some girls from here are demoted.” I froze in my steps, turning sharply to apologize when the person behind me bumped into me.

“To the reason of the curse. Only women had carried such unfortunate disaster. Their bodies would half, limbs will remain attached to the ground while the upper half would grow wings and hover off the air. Unmanageable thirst for flesh and blood is what it drives us insane caught up during the cursed night that we no longer recognize whose body we are feeding to death.” “The princess Deianira had mentioned that this curse dominated Daghum for a decade. Does this mean there is something that caused it?” a question that slipped out of my tongue. My gaze then shifted to the emperor Ackmen chortling out with his tied black hair and darted me a baseless stare with his emerald green eyes similar t

She had given Racheal enough clues, it was left to her to figure out the rest. Racheal suddenly rises to her feet… "I will be keeping an eye on you from now on." Her cold voice whispered, and then she started walking away. "What I do, I do it for the harem; the smaller the obstacles, the merrier." Jazell didn't spare Racheal a gaze. "This harem you speak of, is it a battlefield? Backstabbing, spitefulness, and deceit, Jazell I know royalty is like a game to you, but you have taken things too far." Racheal said after halting in her tracks, she didn't turn around.

“Patience, you snot. It is a virtue, and you of all people should know that.” The Countess laughed out loud. “That it is. Wyatt, I do believe I owe you an explanation, yes. That is where we are headed.” “And that is...?” “To the harem, of course.” With that, she turned and quickened her pace, not giving me a chance to protest. Sheila paddled behind her like a lost puppy. I shrugged my shoulders. I had been slightly defeated, but I wasn't going to give up. Before I knew it, in front of us was a glorious door made of marble and deep cedar wood. The handles stretched the height of the average man, and two guards stood outside waiting for us. It stood from ceiling to floor, approximately twelve

My wolf said. As seconds pass, the heat, the fire, the bones shifting. Muscles pulling tight. I cringed, hand clutching my chest. She’s coming… My vision blurred. A low snarl echoed in my mind. “You should calm down, Silver. I am trying to connect with the spirit.” And from across the square, Elder Mira turned to me, her blind eyes suddenly glowing. She walked toward me, moving faster than her cane should allow. She touched my cheek. “Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.”

Senika said at last, his voice quieter now… but far more dangerous. “She is still coming.” A slow, cold dread pooled in the pit of the cloaked figure’s stomach. Behind him, the moonstone flickered. “Even weakened,” Senika continued, gazing out over the dead lands, “the Crescent warriors continue to present the biggest threat in this war.” His fingers curled slightly against the balcony rail. “My men have created lore. Rumors.” A faint, cruel smile touched his cracked lips. “Stories that they have been given… special powers.”