Harem Overlord Novels & Stories

The owner of the mini harp was terrifyingly strong—a martial overlord! Furthermore, he was on his way to entering the Lord of War realm, and he had already mastered the highest level of martial power there!

"And I want the night to last forever. Our interests align. His gates will flood this world with primal energy. Magic will return as the dominant force. And my children will inherit the eternal dark." Amy stepped forward, her dual blades forming instinctively. "You want to turn the world into a buffet." The Overlord's smile showed perfect, sharp teeth. "I prefer to think of it as... restoring the natural order. Predator and prey." "Enough talk," Classy said, crouching and touching the ground. The concrete surged up, forming a barrier between them and the Overlord. "You want a fight? Let's fight." Windwalker clapped from his perch. Bravo! Straight to the action!

“Does an alpha really need a reason to hurt an omega?” Aronohai Miyamura is a dominant alpha, and Hagakure Sorahiko is an omega— he’s never needed a reason to do anything. “But he was always so kind to you…? He always had his eyes on you. Even I noticed, Sora….”. I don’t think she knows it, but everything she’s saying makes it hurt even worse. “He would joke with you…You even stopped being afraid of him! So why?…Why would he do this?…”.

She laughed, half-crying as she grabbed my hands, “you finally remember the Overlord. You finally remember this is where you belong. Nothing, nothing is strong enough to break the bond between you and the Overlord.” “What?” I muttered, her words stabbed into me. What the hell was she talking about? Bond? Me and the overlord? The overlord…. AIDAN?! I opened my mouth to ask her what the hell she meant, but before the words could leave my tongue, the air shifted. I felt it. I knew that intent, I remembered it. It’s the same way I feel whenever I notice Eren noticing some guy talking to me and he’s jealous. Just like I’d thought, Eren’s voice, low and hard, vibrating with a possessiveness that c

A sinister laugh cut through the stillness like a knife, ripping me out of my grief. “Well, isn’t this a touching scene?” The voice dripped with malice, mocking the sorrow that weighed so heavily on my chest. I looked up, my eyes burning with unshed tears, to see *him*—the Overlord. His eyes gleamed with a dark, cruel amusement, his Gammas standing tall behind him, their weapons gleaming in the dim light. He took a step forward, sneering down at me, his voice a low, taunting drawl. “You failed, little Luna,” he said, his laughter rising, echoing through the battlefield. “You couldn’t even save him. And now look at you... broken, helpless. Just like the rest of your pack will be.”

I nodded, slowly sipping the finest espresso I had ever had in my life. “Wyatt, I have chosen you to be part of my harem.” “I heard that part. I don't know what that means, but I did hear that part.” “It means a lot of things. It means I am asking you to be part of my family, my love, my life, for as long as you live. You will never need anything, never want for anything. You want a blonde? A brunette? Both? You got it. Just like this library. And more. You will never yearn for dig sites. You will never beg yourself to go back to study. It will all be right here, for you. It means that I will love you as my own, my darling sweet archaeologist.”

Ethan frowned. “And this Overlord just… woke up tonight?” Lucian finally spoke. “Yes.” His tone was far more serious than usual. “And that’s very bad news.” Raven crossed her arms. “Explain.” Lucian exhaled slowly. “The Overlord is older than the Alpha Kings.” Ethan blinked. “Older?” Lucian nodded. “He is the ruler of the creatures from the other realm.” Hayes added quietly, “The first king of monsters.” Ethan stared at them.

You will go out in the morning juggling, and when you are back, You all will fight, Emily. What! They all screamed. Emily herself was beyond shocked. How can she fight her agemate not to even talk about all of them? She looks up and counts them—about one hundred and thirty of them. Fear grips her; she looks down on her food, not being able to say a word. You don't talk when I'm talking, understand? Yes sir. You are not here to become family or some piece of sh*t in the name of friends. You are here to become the greatest assassin squad ever known and understood. I expected some seriousness by tomorrow.

I shook my head my arms crossing protectively over my chest. Kane stood, his towering frame cutting an imposing figure as he stepped closer. I remember seeing them for the first time in that harem. They were so powerful they still are. So handsome they made my chest ache. I wish they didn’t toy with my heart. “It’s not just about the curse. It’s about you. About us.” He muttered his voice low but firm I opened my mouth to argue but they surrounded me before I could get another word out. When I say imposing I mean it. They are so tall I feel fragile between them like this.

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.