End World Harem Novelas e Histórias

he called, then looked at the one sleeping beside him. "Yes." Reyan said. "The Dream World, that is." He said as Skye sobbed when he touched Hail's hand. "The Dream World of those two..." he said and leaned on the red wooden arc. "Hail's Dream World, the other world. And – " he said and looked at Hierro. "The one from the other world, Hierro, his Dream World is this." He explained as his face went serious. Skye didn’t speak as he clutched Hail’s hand tight while he leaned his forehead against Hierro’s forehead.

He was preoccupied with the thought of how much time had passed and was wondering if Natsumi was okay. SHIN SEKAI SECRET: the final matches of the new world tournament have a hundred percent hospitalization rate. No one has fought in the finals and not ended up in a hospital.

Skulls cracked open from within, brains sizzling in violet fire. Torin watched, transfixed, his own arousal stirring despite the horror—her power a raw, seductive force, hips swaying unconsciously as she channeled it. The air thickened with ozone and sex, the scent of her dominance flooding his senses, pulling at the frayed bond. Pack wolves surged forward, inspired, tearing into the flanks, but Lyra wasn't done. She raised her arms, light blooming from her chest, illuminating the battlefield in amethyst glow.

She grabs the giant by his collar, pulling him down for another loud, messy kiss right in front of us, before dragging him down the hall toward another room. Once they are out of earshot, Arlo exhales shakily. "That was...intense. I think that guy is the Thor Awakener. The God of Thunder." I watch their retreating backs, a sudden memory unlocking in my brain. Right. The Plot. This world is rigged for a 'Gary Stu' protagonist. The script is painfully simple: every strong man here will eventually die as a stepping stone, and every pretty woman—including our taken Succubus—will be magically brainwashed into his harem.

The Horror stood above shattered kingdoms. Mountains collapsed beneath its shadow. The world was ending. Thomas recognized the battlefield immediately. It was their world. His world. And standing before the Horror— was himself. Alone. Every other Crown Holder was gone. Ava. Rowan. Cassian. Valen. Dead. The realization hit him like a blade. The future Thomas fought desperately. But he was losing. Slowly. Inevitably. Then darkness swallowed the vision. A second future appeared. This time the world survived.

Seize this lunatic now! But his first concern was Angela. He shot me a vicious glare. "Come at me if you've got a problem!" I smirked as I admired the matching handprints on their faces. I still had it. It was no wonder I was the queen of the tennis court back then! Some of the more sensationalist media started livestreaming the drama. "Mega scandal! Will the elite scion of Jebony choose his youthful first love, or the wife who stuck by him through thick and thin?"

"No way. According to Beastfolk tradition, we're supposed to be completely loyal to the one who saved us. No matter how they treat us, we're bound to endure it. If we break that ancient rule, we'll face severe punishment. How could he do that to you?" I gave a bitter smile and shook my head. "I don't know either. And what do you mean by 'severe punishment'?" "I'm not sure. I only know it's really, really bad." "I see. Forget it. No point thinking about it now." I pulled Blazewing down with me onto the couch. "The heatwave apocalypse is almost here. Shouldn't we be preparing something?" We thought about it. Air conditioners wouldn't help. Once the apocalypse started, the power and water syste

SEBASTIAN’S POV I let go of Zaire’s wrist and moved both of my hands up to cup his cheeks. Surprisingly, Zaire didn’t try to fight me anymore. Instead, he started to move his lips, slow and timid like he was scared of something. I slightly tilted his face, desperate to deepen the kiss as far as I could. I wanted to taste every inch of his mouth. After all these years of craving him, I needed at least a sliver of satisfaction before this was over because this was probably the first and last time I’d ever get to kiss him.

“That was… amazing. You’re incredible, Clara.” Mike smiled, pride shining in his eyes. “We couldn’t have done it without you, but you… you carried us through.” Clara hugged them tightly. “We did this together. I couldn’t have done it alone.” AFTERMATH The city slowly returned to normal. The streets cleared, and the residents who had witnessed the destruction whispered of a golden light that had saved them all. Clara’s powers, now fully controlled, shone like a beacon, restoring hope. Back at Mike’s apartment, the team gathered around a table, tired but smiling.

In its place was a vast circular opening. Beyond it was nothing. Then something appeared inside the opening. An eye. Enormous. Ancient. Watching. Emily felt Aria grab her hand. “That isn't the First Father.” “No.” “It isn't the Father.” “No.” “It isn't the Keeper.” “No.” Emily's voice dropped. “Then what is it?” Elias looked upward. “The End.” The word seemed impossible. The End. Not death. Not destruction. Something beyond both. The End looked down upon the First World.