Harem Academy Novels & Stories

He smirked at Cryx and I can feel like there was some electricity current flowing through their eyes through their glares. "Wait! Hari, I'll carry your luggage instead!" Josh waved his hand and insisted. "Hey, don't spoil me! I'll carry it myself! Give it to me!" I said when I saw our teacher snickering and giggling, I heard some of they say that I've built a harem without realizing it. Excuse me, what do you mean harem?! I'm no princess! Harem my butt! "Oh, I'll carry it instead Ria."

Hetha looked the most human out of all of our squad, with her curly red hair and freckles, her ears were easy to hide, and the hourglass frame and green eyes could be traits of any mortal around. “You and I both know that hiding our wings is second nature, we only show them when we need them.” She paused, “I am sorry that we didn’t run it by you first.” She added, sensing my anger.” “While the Berserkers are trying to get information from the target, we will use this downtime to train.” Hestia groaned, “Oh, come on, can’t we have fun for once? All we ever do is train and missions.” “And because of that, we have never been unsuccessful in a mission.” I pointed out.

After the warm welcome given to the new students, they were brought to the hall. Cassandra couldn’t help but be amazed at the sight in front of her. Academia was a sight to behold. From its fully furnished rooms with various styles and designs down to its marvelous technology equipped with the Archmages’ power. It is simply astounding. While walking, Cassandra saw different races trudging around. Faeries, dwarves, elves, witches and warlocks, and of course vampires. "The paper that every one of you holds consists of your dorm room number, locker combination, schedule of your classes, and lastly a map of Academia," McCane announced. Cassandra and Kimberly whom she saw earlier, looked into eac

I pull a hoodie over my head and follow her down the hall to the headmaster’s office with a heavy sigh. The Academy has four floors and his office is on the top which normally wouldn’t be a problem except I have to walk up two flights of stairs to get there instead of just flying a few meters. There is a large space in the center of each floor that allows angels to simply fly between them. I miss my wings terribly and my heart pangs at seeing the others fly around. I desperately try to look away but my gaze keeps moving back to the flying students as we walk up the stairs. I sigh when a wall blocks them from view and forces me to turn my attention to Julie in front of me.

He fucked me slow and possessive, his eyes locked on mine the entire time, as if reminding me who I belonged to first. I came twice before he finally emptied himself inside me, marking me as his again. Afterwards, we lay tangled together, his hand gently stroking my hair. “The Harem wants more,” he said quietly. “They’re talking about expanding the circle. Introducing new regular Daddies. Bigger parties. They want to see how far you can go with me there to watch and direct.” I felt the Queen stir inside me, a warm, seductive pulse between my legs at the thought.

“You don’t want Charity to know about the order, and yet you’re going to take her to the heart of it?” “No,” Camilla scolds, her voice cold and annoyed. “We want to take her to the Academy, an international boarding school from which the Order recruits from.” “I’ve heard of the Academy,” Damon nods, easing some of the tension in the air. “It’s prestigious as hell, and damn near impossible to get into. Especially for an American pack member. It’s almost unheard of.”

I averted my eyes and explained. “Heather Academy is a dangerous academy. This is where fighters and charmers go. Only a few knew this school and only a few could get in. Only the persons who have skills and can fight. And those who have what they call charms. Charms are like a magical power. Didn’t you say you saw someone fighting? That’s training. Heather Academy has wars happening every night. And when the so-called KING wanted to, he will make the war last for the whole day. It’s forbidden to go out because we need to keep the normans safe from us charmers. Now, I need you to protect yourself.” I gave her a long explanation. It took her a lot of time before she digested it inside her min

“It’s not for now. The summons stands. The Council awaits your arrival.” Layla’s heartbeat quickened, though she kept her face impassive. Hollow Crown. The words pulled old fragments from the depths of her memory, a reference buried in a crumbling tome she had read long ago. It spoke of a rare union between warriors and a witch. She said nothing while Seraphine was still there. She just stood and kept her face neutral. Seraphine’s projection wavered in the morning light. “Do not keep the Council waiting,” she warned. Then, with a final shimmer, she vanished.

Wait, what? They knew each other. “Good evening, Vice Principal Harper,” he said, stepping inside like he paid rent. Vice WHAT?! I turned to her, jaw on the floor. Our biggest secret? Besides H.P pretending she’s a sweet cinnamon mom when she’s actually a school-ruling dragon? Yep… she's the Vice Principal of Royals Academy. The woman who kept rejecting my scholarship then approved it this year just to torture me with rules. And now Fredrick knows too. “What…how…WHEN did you two meet?!” I demanded as he casually sat on our couch like he'd been doing it forever.

Perfect. I crawled into the dusty tent on my knees and lay on my back, legs spread invitingly, waiting. Damon’s eyes darkened. He swung into the role, crawling in after me like a predator. “Got you, you little runaway.” I screamed against the gag, thrashing, tears pricking my eyes for the fantasy. He flipped me roughly onto all fours, yanking my skimpy gown up over my ass. My lace panties were soaked. He ripped them down my thighs.