Harem Highlander Novels & Stories

she whispered like his presence alone was a scandal in itself. I turned before I could stop myself. Of course it was him. Cyrus. At the far end of the restaurant, sitting across from a she-wolf with dark, coiled hair pinned in a crown braid and a silver crest brooch on her blazer. Her name clicked into place a moment later—Althea Rhen, the eldest daughter of the Southern Border Alpha, recently promoted as head of the Werewolf Legislative Council. She was powerful, clean-blooded, and probably the perfect match for him.

When the front door of the building opened and shut three floors below, he spoke. "Malachi." The air beside him shuddered. A pillar of black fog rose from the floor, coiling and compressing until it shaped itself into a man. Tall, gaunt, dressed in a dark suit that belonged to another century. The figure dropped to one knee. His eyes fixed on the floor. "Your Majesty." Barely a whisper. "Tonight's banquet has been arranged." Elias Black was a fiction. His real name was Aurelian Ashbourne, the Vampire King. He had lived as Elias Black for a year.

“Who are you to tell me what to do?” “How about I tell you there’s a way to get revenge on them?” I turned to him immediately. “Revenge?” I let out. “You don’t have a way. I don’t even know you… stranger.” “There’s a way,” he said. “Which is?” My brows raised in confusion. He looked straight at me. “Marry me, Ariana Vale.

First adjusting the air conditioning temperature and tenderly asking if she was comfortable, then taking advantage of red lights to kiss her ear intimately. However, when he looked at me through the rearview mirror for the seventh time, it was still my familiar yet strange face. He felt inexplicably unhappy, gripping the steering wheel so tightly it creaked. When we arrived at the autumn hunt grounds, he openly held Serena's hand and intimately introduced her to the Moonridge Pack's elite and powerful families. A Gamma friend of his joked: "Brother Marcus, you're really something. Worthy of being the Alpha heir, bringing both your lover and your fiancée to such a grand occasion." That friend

Lucian said. I looked out of the window expecting to see the club and say a mansion. I looked at the mansion and the looked at the Twins and said “ Are you serious right now? What is this a classic romcom, BDSM, fifty shades of Yes please?” Zalindra just stared in disbelief at the sight before her. She thought to herself “A girl could get used to this…”

Delicate, polished, enviably untouchable. “Do you remember what I told you?” I asked, stepping into the room, my arms folded across my chest. “You are Grace; from this moment forward, Leila Marrow does not exist to you. And I…” I took a deep breath and continued. “I am your stepmother.” Leila turned her gaze to me, her lips curved into that obedient smile she had mastered. “Of course, Mother. I understand everything you told me last night.” “Very well, then.” I gave her a slight nod. “When it’s time, I’ll send someone to fetch you. Stay in this room until then. No unexpected movements.''

she said huskier than she meant, but his hand was on her face, caressing the flesh, and she wanted to tremble. Don’t. She couldn’t show that weakness. His hands were hard, but his touch felt whisper-soft. “Hailey, Aria Rambeaux.” She said, reinforcing her tone. There was pride in the words because she was named after the first pureblood vampire ever to be born, Aria La Fey. The first, but not the last.

Lady Tiana said kindly. "It's all because of Erwin's generosity." "Look, who do you think you are? Why do you call him by his first name? Not by his title?" "Please forgive my lackadaisical behavior, my lady." She sat on a chair. "Come closer." I stood right in front of her. "Do you know the essence of the harem, lady red?" "To preserve the bloodline of the royal family. And ensure that the Harlow family has a successor to the throne."

I knew queen Kendalia would remain in my memories for the rest of my life even if we never saw each other again. As soon as we approached, the guards opened the enormous wooden doors that led to the assembly hall for us. “Queen Kendalia Riversun and Lady Addison Nandi!” One of the guards announced us as we walked in. Inside the assembly hall, I found the king of Lerene, my cousin Anthony and seven men I have never seen before, who I assumed were from Dranda. All the foreigners were tall men and they dressed alike. Among the seven men, one stood out more than the others, he was blond, with a broad back and a penetrating gaze. He was young, he was probably in his mid-twenties. His expression w