Harem No Jutsu Novels & Stories

Now I'm getting nervous because of how intensely she’s looking at me. “I’m just… you know…” she shrugs her shoulders and pouts her lips. “Surprised to see a Harem girl here. They always choose other activities to engage themselves with.” “Ah… I see.” I’m not even surprised by that revelation. None of those Harem girls look like girls who want to get involved with any form of physical exercise. They are obsessed with looking pretty in order to seduce as many men as they can and I find that really pathetic.

“Kuzuryū Daimyōjin, if wounded, could grow back any of his nine heads and any of his appendages.” “The ocean lizard has regenerative abilities too,” Sasha replied rather enthusiastically. “And one of my Biology senseis has been keeping a certain type of jellyfish for over two years. It has the unique ability to rewind its life cycle, thereby achieving a sort of immortality.” “Judging by her family name, Henka, is Himiko a jōnin?” Temujin asked. “Yep,” Sasha said. “She was from one of the oldest and most elite jōnin families in the north.”

He is like the incarnation of Samrat Ashok holding a sword that will injure his Kaurvaki. If this is in Bharata Country, Kim Jae's blood is the sindoor placed on Kenkyo's forehead. Indirectly, they are already married that way. Kenkyo realized that his Om Kumiz had sacrificed for him. With the remaining strength he had he kicked the penis of the man in blue. At that instant, the man dropped his katana. Kim Jae didn't waste the opportunity, he grabbed a nearby rock and slammed the rock right into the man's head. Now the man was lying.

Jaguar said, emphasizing on the word bride "What?, you're not doing as instructed?" He glanced at them furiously, he grabbed the gun from the nearest guy and shot him dead, this guns are not ordinary, they're meant to kill vampires, and immediately the bullet pierced the guy's succulent flesh, it burned him like the sun would and he turned to ashes, the rest bowed their heads and greeted Ava quickly. "You're sick, this is so unbelievable, wait so this means you're Jaguar?" Ava said, touching her chest.

His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder. I flinched as the stick Big Jim held whistled downwards, landing in the space between Aaron's collar bone and neck. My stomach rose to my throat at the sound of the landing thwack. Aaron grunted and faltered back, giving himself a moment to shake the hit off before he took a calculated lunge forward, knocking Big Jim flat on his back. The bigger man's wrist thick rod spilled from his sweaty grip and rolled outside the four markers. Aaron leapt off to the side and crouched behind his opponent, oblivious of t

The look on Slate’s face said it all as Nya stood there with the Heart of Magic tight in her fist. The soldiers’ faces told her that they recognized that it was too late, that they had let the magical gem fall into enemy hands. One of the soldiers held a sword to Slate’s throat, his hands trembling. Nya hadn’t even realized that he was under their control until the tip of the sword pierced his skin, and a tiny droplet of blood rolled down the edge.

I must have been having a nightmare. The puzzle pieces of the full story about where I am, like magic, fall into place. I am in the castle, crowned with the displeasure of helping my family out financially by using the two uterine horn superpower genes to produce an heir for one of four Alphas. The girl proceeds to blink at me. I can tell she is unsure about how to proceed. “Argh, I…” I manage to stutter groggily while attempting to rub the sleep out of my eyes with the back of my hand.

Some curious, some impressed, some unreadable—Brand's, to be exact. “Nice moves,” Orin muttered as we walked to the benches on one end of the room. “You too.” “You’re weird, though.” “Thanks,” I replied dryly. Nyomei jogged up beside me. “Okay, are you sure you’ve never trained as a werewolf champion? Because you fight like one.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Lotanni laughed. “She’s totally lying. That footwork was feral.” Behind us, a new clip flickered on the magic veil embedded in the training hall wall—Jade Ishola, flipping midair, surrounded by flame, cutting through light-constructs like a dancer with death.

Nnaji shook his head, "this is not my battle and I don't want to have anything to do with your family issue," "They are not my family," Uche hissed before turning his attention to Ejima, "I will enjoy killing you this time." Ejima did not wait again. She swung her sword, aiming for his head. But like the previous times, he deflected the blow easily and pushed her back with his feet. "I will take everything from you," He glared and brought down his sword. Ejima tried to avert the attack, but the blow was too intense and she found herself struggling to keep her feet stable. Her bones were shaking, and the blister in her palms made her lose grip of her sword.

North lost track as Mariwyn wish-listed her harem, all composed of men North had never met and didn’t know how to visualize. Instead, she stroked the fabric and listened to Mariwyn, who was lost in her fantasy. For North, she had already found her harem, and she had no interest in expanding it, but she enjoyed seeing Mariwyn’s clear delight at the idea of bringing together all the men who interested her. She wasn’t certain if Orin’s sister would actually go through with it, or if it was simply all talk, but she was happy to introduce her to the notion—and even happier to accept the fabrics Mariwyn gifted her more than an hour later, including the pink material.