Curse Of The Royal Harem Novels & Stories

Yes, I know, making Yeri, a daughter of royal birth into one of the women in my harem is borderline an insult. But I’m king Ozar of Orizon and I will not be disrespected. If I cannot get Magnus, then, Yeri will remain captive. I rise and I begin to head out of Yolanda’s room when the sound of screeching and cheering completely distracts me from what I’m thinking. I don’t know why I thought I would be able to get some peace and quiet in the harem estate. From the balcony of her floor, I gaze down at the scene unfolding below. Their faces are alight with joy, laughter rings in the air as they admire some exquisite ornaments we had seized from the royal house and the nobles who did not surrende

The vampire sighs and very slowly opens her eyes. —I know I've made atrocious mistakes.-she whispers in her honeyed voice. – I'm still paying the consequences of my last one. My betrayal of our first King cost me dearly. As punishment for my actions, I was forced to release the twenty precious members of my harem and even my position on the council is in question. I raise my eyebrows in puzzlement. Twenty men?! Aphrodite in thongs! This Cleo is dangerous. I lough to myself. —I have suffered the unspeakable.- she continues. - I was happy with my boys but finding myself so suddenly deprived of them...- she swallows hard. - anyway…

“I’ve got you. I’m here.” The baby was only three months old. She stopped crying instantly and looked up at his face. Her cheeks were rosy and chubby, and her big blue eyes looked at him hopefully as if he was supposed to know what to do. He remembered the day he had news of the new addition to his pack, and he’d felt jealous that it seemed so easy for everyone else. It had taken him months of trying before he realised his only hope would be to find his mate. Everyone else could father children with whoever they wanted, but he’d been stuck with the most unsuitable woman. If not for the damned curse, he would have had several heirs running around his territory by now. He would never have had

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

For time would pass over them, their years of youth would be ephemeral, and finally they would be lost among the yellowish leaves of history. Ezra Azzar knew very well the tricks that could be hatched by concubines and wives along with vengeful eunuchs. And although, she did not have a secret formula to avoid trouble, she knew she should not be the king's favorite. She just wanted to live quietly. Life in the harem seemed to be peaceful, but that appearance was only the surface of an immense castle of evil or a thin cloth that divided the elements of water and air. And that at the slightest movement he plunged into the black depths of his intentions.

"I knew the slave-hunters became more and more aggressive, but I didn't know it's like this... An empire reflects his ruler and with my brother in this state... I fear the worst is yet to come." "So you care about commoners? How noble." Astrid answers rolling her eyes. "I show you respect. Do the same." Tamara answers with a scolding look. "Believe it or not, most of my family does. That's the purpose of the harem. The mothers of the royals are always commoners. They keep their children grounded." Astrid keeps her mouth shut. She was rude enough and the princes seems to only want to help. She will deal with her ulterior motives as they come.

“Because of the curse.” All eyes turned to her. “What do you know?” Hamlet asked carefully. She hesitated, fingers gripping her teacup. “When I was still in the royal court, before your father took me from that viper’s den, I heard whispers—about an ancient prophecy. The Queen’s own alchemists feared it. It said the blood of a young female dark warrior mixed with the Fae’s essence could purify the curse that binds the royal bloodline.” Alex stiffened. “And Marigold—she’s that warrior?”

It is not okay to treat everyone else as if they are beneath you. "I do not expect anything of you. There is a curse on the royal line. You have not heard of it because we never speak of it. It states that we remain celibate until we find the one destined for us. The curse is also part blessing as it keeps us from having bastard children everywhere. It is also a curse as we cannot marry for political gain. We can only marry for the love of the one that is meant to be ours." He says giving me a decent smile.

After everything I woke up to this morning, I’m not sure I want to know more about him. Still, I say. “Go on. Tell me.” “Okay, I think you should know that the King has a harem—” “What?” My voice rises before I can control it. “A harem? As in… women?” “Yes—” I scoff. “Of course he has a harem. What else would I expect from a wolf? They’re nothing like humans.” My voice turns sharp as I list all the bad things I’ve heard about them. But Kie shakes her head. “The King’s mother, Her Highness Renna, is the one who created the harem.”