Harem Hero Novels & Stories

Anger, pure anger was written all over her face. "I'm not a slut, neither do I look like some possession from an Harem. I know my worth and I have my reasons for agreeing to have sex with you for two nights. I've endured the first night, but for tonight I won't be able to endure, a doggy style! Really? Do I really look like a sex object to you?" She barked out angrily. "I'm kind of shocked you know what an Harem is, have you ever been to one? No, I doubt that, but how do you know about Harems." I asked, raising my eyebrows up.

“But Roman is convinced this will make our streak stronger, and he’s our alpha. We have to at least go through the motions.” “How?” he asked. “How will making me part of your… harem... make our streak stronger?” She lifted one shoulder gracefully. “Supposedly it strengthens the magic that binds a streak together.” He sighed. It was taking everything he had to resist her—as if something about her had become more attractive, more alluring, when she became the Alpha Mate for his streak. “I don’t know if I can take sharing you,” he whispered. “I understand.” Her shoulders drooped, and she moved toward the bedroom alone. Her misery cried out to him. With a curse, he moved toward her, sweeping her

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.

Looking at Sorata at this moment, Monica was wondering how two beautiful heroines in the story could fall for this guy. Monica also felt that this guy was worse than the average harem protagonist in the story since Sorata knew about the feelings of two heroines but remained silent, without choosing one or two of them, kept them by his side, even if this guy knew that two heroines were hurt by his action. Normal harem protagonists were usually oblivious or didn't know the feeling of the heroines around him, but Sorata knew about the feelings of the two heroines, ignoring their efforts, and every day blamed himself for being talentless.

I knew that laugh from anywhere. "Fucking Harmon", I seethed out loud and it was followed by more laughs. Harmon Fletch was one of the female a****n warriors who was sent here on orders of Xavier, to protect the kingdom but, more importantly, me. Xavier didn't want me to train, but I have been secretly training with Harmon over the last two months. My skills as a warrior have been amplified 10 times over than before, though I will always be grateful for the many lessons from Sabrina, Lori, and Adam. Harmon is an extraordinary fighter and a very exotic-looking a****n. She is the same height as me with black hair, honey-colored skin, and light green eyes. She is more like an annoying sister th

But she's also happy that Semiramis got her wish because they both have already discussed among themselves about their newfound beloved. At first, she totally freaks out that Semiramis knows the real reason why she's looking for the perfect candidate as an apprentice. But she calms down when she heard Semiramis past and felt sorry for her too, then when Semiramis proposed the harem plan to her she was surprised but not too much because she finds it totally normal for a man of his caliber to have multiple wives, heck even when she's still a human Queen she kept being told to build a harem for herself by her ministers and generals. But she was never interested in that stuff because even though

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan

"I thought we were past this. Thought we were working as a team. As a pack." "We are," Alvaro says desperately. "This was just—it's hard. Having to share you with two other alphas. Every instinct says you're mine, mine alone. And when I saw Hayes threatening you, when Luciano challenged my claim on the situation—" "I'm not yours alone," I interrupt. "I'm all of yours. That's what being in a reverse harem means. That's what having multiple mates means. You don't get to be possessive and territorial with each other. You have to share."

“Though I never really thought I would be part of a harem at all.” “I did,” I say. “But I didn’t think that I’d like it.” The only way to be with a woman, as part of a pack, is either to be bonded to her as her alpha mate—in other words, ordered by your alpha to be together—or to be one of her secondary lovers, taking her to bed but always having to give her up when she’s trying to conceive.

“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.