Harem Academy Novels & Stories

Her eyes welled up as she pleaded with me. Nate stiffened as she mentioned the academy, likely because what she said was true. The academy was specifically for werewolves, it didn’t specialise in any other form of supernatural being. Aside from that, he’s probably considering how Maddie managed to carry on this charade without being caught. However, late bloomers weren’t unheard of. It’s reasonable to believe Maddie’s wolf just hadn’t come forward yet. But her scent… why did no one ever pick up on that?

Savenia My last night with Alec was one that I thought would be full of us fucking eachothers brains out. Yet instead of taking the time to do that we were busy sorting through the many applications for attendance to The Warrior Academy, that we had rightfully named it as we did not want to limit the education to only Alphas but lunas, warriors, omegas, Rogues, Vampires, Fae, and even slaves.

Isadora: Accult History was held in the east wing of Ashwyck, buried in a stone hall with Gothic windows that spilled grey light over long oak desks. The room smelled like ink, iron, and old secrets. It reminded me of a tomb that still remembered the warmth of those buried in it. Appropriate, I supposed, for a class about the first interspecies wars and the Blood Accord that birthed the High Table. I took a seat at the back. Last row, far corner. My spine pressed against the cold wall, notebook open, pen poised. I hadn’t spoken to anyone since lunch. Loralie had gone off to Divination. I had walked here alone, footsteps echoing.

His tawny brown hair fell across his right eye, and his uniform was unbuttoned just enough to look casual. “Save that energy for actual threats,” Tavian continued with a light tone. “Charity cases don’t belong here,” Rhydian snapped, yanking his attention back to Aurelian. “This academy is for wolves with futures, not—” He looked him up and down with obvious disdain. “—broken rejects who can’t even shift.” Around them, other students had stopped to watch. Some whispered behind their hands. A few laughed. The social hierarchy was immediately, brutally clear: the three heirs stood at the top, and everyone else existed at their pleasure.

Thinking he was just smoking weed, we approached silently. What we found was a lot more interesting. Lying across the backseat with his cock buried in her mouth was one of the senior girls from St. Agnes Catholic Academy. Her crisp white uniform blouse was wide open, and the most perfect pair of double-D tits I’d ever seen were pulled out of her bra, jiggling with every bob of her head. Her plaid school skirt was hiked up around her waist, and her white thong was yanked to the side. She was sucking him off like a seasoned whore, slobbering and gagging as she took him deep.

she called and we followed behind her at a distance, taking the passageway. There was a red-haired Omega straddling one of the warriors as he groaned and she moaned. He shot me a creepy smile, biting his lips. A cold chill hit me and I immediately looked away. There were many more similar scenes we passed which my eyes tried very hard to avoid. There were some rooms around and you could still hear screams and groans there. Is that all they do here? Have sex? Kia really wasn't exaggerating when she told me this. After walking for a while, deep into the Harem, the deeper we got, the nastier things we saw. Eyes raked us as we passed till we got to a small red-colored tent.

R.I.S.E Academy, Rise in Sakiyurai Estate... This Academy conserves people who receive the education sponsored by the Sakiyurai's. In another word, It's a total debiting school. Those who won't join a gang to pursue their careers will need to pay their debts while others need to serve their gangs to death. Either one or two. Choose! Mostly, whoever can't pay their debts will force themselves to join a gang. And her brother, Kai also happens to be one of them...

Beginning of Book 3 Ruled by the Princess: Realm of the Chosen, a Reverse Harem Romance The sound of horses’ hooves beating against packed earth, cheers from the crowded stands, and the jarring clang of wood on metal were all drowned out by the sound of Princess Katrinetta’s heart beating out of her chest as she stared down from the riser. Gripping the wooden barrier that separated her from a fifteen foot fall to the arena floor beneath her, Kit’s knuckles were white, and despite the cool temperatures, a fine line of perspiration beaded her forehead.

The harem is quiet. Too quiet.