Harem Academy Novels & Stories

I tucked it away beneath my shoulder, and made my way outside the dormitory, heading straight to his own. Sir Aaron's dormitory was in a separate gray-walled building with high ceilings. Few students loitered around the hallway as I purposefully towards it. Just any way that I could get my hands on any sleeping draught. I kept scribbling until an idea came to mind. I frowned as I thought it was an overkill? I dropped the ink quilt and I frowned as I imagined the stress, plus the issue of getting caught. I had an idea to contact Queen Mirabella herself. She was the queen of Weasels; the Vampire kingdom, and was also the Source's Controller. We’d fought together in the past to destroy the Lumi

he shot back, voice low, dangerous, “you say it to me.” I froze completely. His wife?did he just call me his wife? “Your wife…?” Aedric stuttered, shock written across his face. Kaelen’s lips curved in a slow, wicked smile. “She’s part of my harem, so she’s mine.” The words hit me like a punch. Harem… mine… My cheeks heated instantly, a mix of embarrassment, fury, and burning desire inside me. “You bastard!” Aedric’s voice cracked with anger. “You… you did what?”

“With all due respect, Luna, these reforms would make us nothing more than stud animals. The Harem has always been about more than just reproduction.” Riley watched Sabrina’s face carefully, noting the slight tightening around her eyes. She was preparing for battle. “The Harem has also been about death,” she replied, her voice steady. “Seventeen men in the last twenty years across allied packs. All recorded as accidents or honourable duels.” The room fell silent. Riley could hear his own heartbeat thundering in his ears. “Those were isolated incidents,” Elder Marcus insisted, though his voice lacked conviction. “Were they?” Sabrina’s gaze swept across the assembled males. “How many of you ha

My laptop history was a testament to it—the endless tabs of dark erotica, the niche p**n sites, the stories that pushed boundaries most people wouldn’t even consider. Liam, bless his vanilla heart, had never understood it. He’d barely understood a missionary position on a Tuesday night. But Draco… Draco understood. He didn’t just understand; he fed it. He was a walking, breathing manifestation of every dark fantasy I’d ever scrolled through. And now he was my professor. The thought should have sent me running for the hills, transferring departments, changing my major. Instead, it made my clit twitch. My body, always so quick to betray me, was already anticipating the next encounter. The next

I mentally read the written scriptures engraved into the walls of the ancient goddesses room, my fingers caressing and tracing every engraved lines tenderly. My name is Aurora and I am the daughter and only child to Queen Melinda and King Remera Aumero and heir to the throne and ruler of the seven swords and seas of Eldrador. The night seemed completely strange, I couldn't sleep. I seemed to have been awakened by something, for a reason. I turned to the side and watched through the window the familiar sight of the mountains peeking over the trees. A mirage distorts the view beyond the window shields, and it’s impossible to tell where the asphalt ends and the ocean begins.

I countered her. "I know, but it will help you when you learn it. You will need it in the future, at least to please your husband. Not all the women you see here are for every man. Some are exclusive, while others just want to gain the knowledge on how to entertain their men. But so far, the Dark Realm Auction owns this harem, so you see, it's not all outsiders that are open to the experience," she explained calmly, and I breathed out heavily.

"Just once. Show the new kids that alphas have feelings too." "Alphas have one feeling. Dominance." Marcus laughs like I'm joking. I'm not joking. I've spent the last seven years making sure everyone at Blood Moon Academy understands exactly what I am and exactly what happens if they challenge me. Smiling would undermine all of that work. The gates swing open and the first batch of arrivals start filtering through. New students are always the same type. Nervous humans with one supernatural parent, looking for answers. Vampires who move like they're calculating the distance to every exit. Younger shifters who still think being at an elite academy means they're special.

"The academy is still determining the full scope of that." Which is a very polished way of saying they do not know what I am and they are keeping me around to find out. Fantastic. Then she tells me about the hierarchy. Power is everything here. Your bloodline, your ability, your rank in training, all of it determines how much space you get to take up and how people treat you. As a registered human with no declared supernatural bloodline I am at the bottom of that system officially. She tells me some students will see that on paper and behave accordingly.

Standing right in front of her were the massive, towering iron gates of Velmora Academy. Suddenly, a strange, violent shiver ran straight down her spine. The air here felt incredibly, unnaturally cold, biting right through her thin jacket. She looked up at the center of the iron gates, where the dark, elegant crest of Velmora Academy was proudly displayed. Adjusting her black-framed glasses, Elara looked around the vast entrance. Her brow furrowed in confusion. Why is there not a single person here? The entire area was dead silent. There were no students hanging around, no cars, and no welcoming committees. The grand stone arches of the academy loomed in the evening shadows like a giant, sle

Alice stood outside, amused, watching the chaos inside. Elmer turned angrily to face her, his face filled with hatred and disgust. "Alice, you are such a bitch," he grumbled. "I'm glad Conal chose Azura instead of you." "You…" Harem glared at Alice, signaling that it was time to stop. Alice pursed her lips, frustrated at not being able to express her anger. "Don't look down on Azura," Harem said at this point. "She's not the kind of person who's easy to deal with. She is a powerful weapon."