Harem Overlord Novels & Stories

- Elmer rubbed his sister on the back to soothe her; after all, with such a terrifying sight, how could a young girl like Lily not be terrified? Lily smiled, attempting to project as much confidence as she could. Parents were the first to be let inside, and now there are only young people like them outside. Lily lowered her head in bewilderment as she observed the young females standing in groups here. In the upper class, young ladies playing together in groups had become the norm. She arrived too late in this world, so she could only stare at people alone. Furthermore, many people are concerned about her background; because of her blood superiority, the other girls are unwilling to lower th

The pairings had mixed humiliations and pleasures until the women were no longer seven distinct individuals, but a single, broken-in harem, their identities submerged in a shared experience of debasement. Lola lay slumped over the chaise lounge, George’s spend leaking from both her holes. Nora was curled on the floor by the piano, shivering, William’s bite mark a dark purple bloom on her shoulder. Nancy and Ruby were still entangled on the rug, their limbs loose, their shameful confessions hanging in the air between them like a foul perfume. Erin leaned against the bookcase, her body limp, Frederick’s residue slick on her inner thighs. Amelia knelt at Henry’s feet, her cheek resting against

Elijah’s palace rose from the ridge like a dark crown forged from stone and oath. Obsidian walls laced with veins of silver reflected moonlight in fractured shards, making the structure appear alive, watchful, and eternal. This was not merely a residence; it was a declaration. It was a place built by generations of Alpha Kings to withstand war, magic, and betrayal alike. Now, it belonged to a Queen who had never asked for it. Rebel stood at the threshold, her breath hitching as the sheer magnitude of the Obsidian Palace pressed against her senses. The air here was different. It tasted of ancient pine, cold stone, and the sharp, metallic tang of dormant magic.

Although she knows why Alaric was with her in the first place, the very thought that she got to experience some passion with Alaric was making her jealous. “His lover, eh?” Mariah asked. “Aye, my lady. You see, t’s normal for the noble males to have a harem of women, and they could have as many number as they want. However, the women are always allowed to move around and do whatever they want, just in case they should find their mates. Once they do, the noble male they are with settles them by paying their dowry. T’s expected for the males to have the harem because they are to gather experiences in order to satisfy their mate,” Elena explained.

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

"That insolent child... He has won the war, now living freely and has proposed to the eldest daughter of the Zielle dukedom. But now he makes another act by ruining Baron Goldenrod's enormous casino?" Olivier simply nodded his head. "In fact, Duke Lorcan Zielle owns the casino." It was one of the truths Olivier mentioned in order to make his words even more believable. He is well aware that he must reveal who the true owner is since the Empress already knows. "Didn't Azazel tell you more than this?" The Empress, Kalliste, carefully placed Olivier's papers on the table and turned to face him with a pleasant smile. (Now it comes— another lie to tell.)

Sadie’s mouth dropped open in sheer delight. “No. No way. He already went on his knees for you? Willingly?” “Sadie—” “Oh my God!” she squealed, bouncing on her heels before throwing her arms around me. “I am so proud of you. Who even needs therapy when your bastard of a warlord husband's out here groveling between your thighs?” “I didn’t make him grovel,” I muttered, scandalized. “But he did it anyway, right?” Her voice pitched up a notch. “Voluntarily? Babe, that’s not groveling. That’s a pilgrimage. You just turned the battlefield legend into a sex slave.”

Selene had said I had saved Kane, so it seemed he might be a little out of the loop after all! "And how would you bring back Alpha Leigh?" I asked with a shake of my head, unable to believe I was even having this conversation. But believe I did when his eyes flashed with the vibrant red I had seen earlier when looking into Havoc's eyes. "Perk of the job." He nodded, holding his hand out to me. "My name is Astaroth. I am a Duke of hell and King of Chaos." He smiled warmly as if he hadn't just dropped a bloody bomb on me.

“Yeah, widow. Spill. Did the boss man finally get a taste of that fat pussy?” Sora’s world was spinning out of control. Melvin alive. Jack’s claim still burning between her thighs. George looking at her with raw need. And Justin’s cruelty hiding something darker. She had no idea that the real war was only just beginning.

“Especially not for a rogue. And not without my permission.” “She’s not a stranger,” I replied calmly. “And she will be well taken care of. I want her to be here, mother.” “That is not the point,” she snapped. “You don’t make decisions like this on impulse, especially not about the harem. That is a place that I control within the estate. You have the whole territory to control, to protect, you roam around protecting the outside, come back bleeding, sometimes badly injured… I have never once commented on what you do when it comes to your duty… but this is where I draw the line, Marcellus.”