Harem Academy Novels & Stories

I’ve been at the music academy for about a month now. I’m enjoying myself. I’ve made two friends. Zela, who is a jin, and Avia, who is a harpy. They are in a relationship and totally fun to be around. Harpies are a type of shifter, so Avia stays in her human form since her harpy form scares the humans. I’ve noticed the humans at the academy are skittish. They buy into every horror and ghost story. They believe the opera house is haunted and are easily freaked out.

I replied curtly. “Very good. You must have experience which is what we value the most here at the harem.” I nearly cringed as we approached the chambers. There were so many doors that I thought of just how many women the alpha was sleeping with. If every room was for two people, then that would be possibly up to fifty women! That was absolutely crazy. The fact that a tradition like this was still upheld made me want to puke. When we got to the room, she opened the door and got in.

This was not supposed to happen. I don't want to be touched. Ever. Again. Aiden turns, signalling with his head to follow him. As a true submissive, I have to walk behind him. Not next to him, like a normal person, like a valued person. But I follow him. Because what choice do I have? How far will Aiden go to make sure his ridiculous plans go ahead? What did Henry take off him? Why is he so vexed on revenge? I trail behind him, a submissive already in formation, through the silent, dark halls of the academy. Nobody is up yet. Our footsteps echo off the marble. Cold statues of long-dead dominants line the walls like silent witnesses.

“That’s one beauty, all right.” Reo said, “Well, of course he’s a beauty, he has the Shrine Maiden gene, after all.” “Shrine Maiden gene?” Logan asked. “What the hell is that?” I said, “Reo, shut up.” Isaac said, “It runs in the Onos family bloodline, and it has the power to make men fall hard for Haru.” Akira said, “I’ve heard of it. Wow, so it’s real?” Reo said, “Very much so.”

“And now he says I can’t use Charizard unless I bring a sacrifice!” I blinked. “I’m sorry, he did what now?” Arsen was still processing when Jade charged in behind him, dramatically holding up a red crayon like it was the elder wand. His voice was deep, serious, slightly British for some reason. “THE CARDS HAVE SPOKEN.” “We are five seconds from a full cult ritual,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose. “And I still haven’t had a second coffee.” Then—because apparently the chaos gods weren’t done—Lorelai floated in. I say floated because she wore a sheer purple cape, a tiara perched sideways on her curls, and she was dragging the mop like it was a sacred staff.

Rimidal's voice boomed throughout the large room. In an instant, about half a dozen beautiful women came strolling over to them from different parts of the room. As they neared, Charlotte found herself taking a step closer to Rimidal. There was no mistaking that crimson gleam of their eyes. Rimidal did have a true harem of his own in his home. Each of these girls were vampires and there was no telling how long they had been there. Or if they had been captured the way Charlotte had and then eventually turned.

I already feel like an outsider, and now I’m being treated like a child with foolish superstitions. Throgo suddenly speaks. “I brought back ten women for your harem, brother.” My eyes snap toward him. “Oh, I forgot—we have a queen now and she may not like that. Forgive me, Akemi.” His grin is all teeth as he apologizes. He and Drogo are terrifying in completely different ways. “I’ve already explained to Akemi why the castle has harems…” Bella says. “I’m sure she has no problem with it. A virtuous queen wouldn’t stand in the way of an heir forming.”

“The academy was founded in the year of death by our master, ruler of hell and the king of all demons, Lucifer. He stuck a deal with the heavens. Demons, selkies, fae, all creatures from the underworld could walk amongst humans, on a condition. They survive a year long training in his academy and pass the culling.” The crowd burst into loud screams at that. “There are no rules here,” Alstra looked straight at me. “And only the strongest survive. Good luck.” The crowd scattered immediately, and it seemed everyone knew where they were headed to. Everyone except me. I stood in the middle of the hustle, waiting for someone to at least tell me where I was going. Which is why not even a minute lat

Suddenly, the lights around us went out, leaving only the stage illuminated. An elderly man stood there, his features sharp, and his eyes a steady red. His voice was deep as he said: “I am Principal James Cashmable. Welcome, new students, to Warster Kailey Academy, the grand academy that unites the three kinds: vampires, demons, and ghouls. Here, you are all equal. No one is above another.” He paused for a moment, then continued: “I wish you the best experiences and happiness here at the Academy of the Nation.”

He was Cyrus Richmond, the heir of a top-tier elite family in the capital circle and the second-highest spender on our server. As soon as she noticed me enter, Stacy sprang up from her seat. She pointed straight at me and cried out in injustice, "Heather! You shameless account thief, you finally dared to show up!" The room fell into immediate silence. All four men turned their attention to me at once. Lewis, Shadowfang, and Reviver also rose to their feet, instinctively positioning themselves as though to protect me. Upon seeing this, Stacy's tears spilled over like broken pearls. "Lewis, Shadowfang, Reviver, don't believe her! She's not Moonwalker at all. She's my roommate. With the backing