Harem Apocalypse: My Seed Is The Cure?! Novels & Stories

"Six days. The first quake. Then the power. Then the collapse. You remember it differently than most—you lived it once already." The air left my lungs. "How do you—" "Because I'm like you." He leaned forward. "Not exactly. I didn't come back the same way you did. But I know what you are. And I know what's hunting you." I stared at him. "What are you talking about?" "You're a Hell Maiden, Emma." The words hung between us. I laughed. It came out sharp and disbelieving. "A what?" "Hell Maiden. The apocalypse doesn't just end the world. It opens doors. And women like you—who've been through fire and come out harder—you're the ones who walk through those doors changed."

Miranda quietly followed Giselle, and her eyes widened when she saw Chantal's condition on the bed. Chantal lay on the bed, covered in semen all over her body, with her legs spread wide open. Her hips were still trembling, and she had not yet recovered from what had happened to her with Lorenzo. She was delirious due to the drugs, and the scent in the room heightened her libido. She would be aroused, see things, and feel euphoric during sex, despite any pain or injury. Giselle blankly stared at Chantal, finding it ironic that the once demure Chantal had become a plaything for Lorenzo, even with sperm on her mouth.

The seed vault was the final piece of Clara's expansion plan, the most important part of her vision for the future. She had spent weeks collecting seeds, ordering them from suppliers, scavenging them from abandoned stores, and preserving them with meticulous care. She had seeds from vegetables, fruits, grains, herbs, and flowers. She had seeds from heirloom varieties that had been passed down through generations, their genetics preserved for centuries. But she needed more. She needed a comprehensive collection, a library of seeds that could rebuild agriculture in the aftermath of the apocalypse. She needed seeds that could survive the cold, that could grow in poor soil, that could provide nu

Three years into the apocalypse, my girlfriend, a captain of the Spark Sanctuary, kept me stuck living in the outer quarantine belt for 1,095 days. Every time I dragged my battered body to her with an entry pass in hand, she would put on a conflicted expression. "Shane, you're my boyfriend, so I have to avoid showing favoritism. These spots need to go to the families of fallen soldiers. Just wait a little longer. You don't have special abilities, so you're just regular muscle inside." I bought her excuses completely, turning right back around to risk my life fighting through swarms of infected. It wasn't until the day I accumulated my ninth entry pass, crawling back to find her while bur

And lord, was he huge. I could feel his cock twitching and hard in his pants, nestled between my ass cheeks. "It's dangerous. It's about to rain, anyways. Let's head into the camp, and maybe I could get to know you more?" he asked, waiting for my name. His hands, his scent… they reminded me of that night in the woods. And then his cock grew harder, rubbing gently against me. He wanted sex. Sex wasn't a big deal after the apocalypse. It was done frequently, by as many people as possible. I'd participated in orgies more times than I could count. But when Rylan took me in, it was exclusive… all until he fucked me over for his mate.

Her hazel eyes began to flicker with infernal red. Azrathor’s rhythm grew savage. His cock swelled even larger inside her, the ridges locking against her walls. “Take my infernal seed, sacrifice!” With a bellow that shook the chapel walls, he came, releasing thick, molten cum--literally burning with hellfire--erupted in powerful jets straight into her womb. Rope after rope flooded her, bloating her belly visibly. The heat was overwhelming, pushing her into a final, soul-shattering orgasm. Elara screamed as her body accepted the demonic load, the excess seed squirting out around his cock in steaming white rivers.

A holographic map floated above the table, showing strange dark energy signatures moving toward their sanctuary from the north. “They call themselves the Eclipse Council,” Damien said, voice cold. “Ancient beings who survived the Lunar Rage by going into deep hibernation. Fallen angels, elder vampires, corrupted witches… they believe the world should be reset under their rule.” Serena’s hands trembled slightly. “And they want Liora. Her power is the key to their new apocalypse.” Kael slammed his fist on the table, cracking the wood. “They won’t touch her.” Damien placed a calming hand on Kael’s shoulder. “We need to strengthen our defenses. And we need allies. Old friends who survived.”

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

But after years of repeated pregnancies, my body was weak and fragile. He easily grabbed my neck and slowly crushed my windpipe. He told me that the daughter who had been sent away had already died of illness long ago. Everything went black before my eyes, and I violently coughed up blood and died. After my death, he threw my and my daughter's corpses into the wilderness to be devoured by hungry wolves. He then ceremoniously married Briar, who was five months pregnant. Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse.

Whether I attempted to run away or not I would still have been sold. “....you have been sold to the Alpha King of Shadow Creek Pack, Kieran Nightshade.”