Harem The Gathering Novels & Stories

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.”

Even if it was a pleasurable occurrence for Cassandra of the past, they've come to realise how wrong it was in a third person's perspective. Falling in love with five people at the same time was tedious. All five falling in love with one girl was like a fairytale. To prevent from heartaches and heart breaks, this reverse harem was hence deemed Forbidden. The Forbidden Reverse Harem shall not continue.

BLAISE The dress makes me feel unlike the Omega that I really am. The Gathering is massive. It feels even larger than the year before, and even the year before that. Held on the Peaks of Azareth, the Gathering included thousands of wolves from all the Packs that were scattered across the Mountains and Forests of Ilea. Even the Packs who lived secluded, holed up in the most reclusive of places showed themselves at this time, once a year during the Gathering.

The entire world-building, the entire magic system, exists solely to justify the characters engaging in sex. "Normal people can have multiple partners if they are powerful," Arlo continues, his voice hushed. "Awakeners even more so. Partners who are officially recognized by a powerful Awakener are called 'Familiars'. Many Demi-humans consider it a high honor to become a Familiar to a strong Awakener." He looks down at his hands. "My mother has many Familiars. My father was just one of them. That Vampire brother I mentioned? We share the same mother, but different fathers. Even though I am weak and pose no threat to his inheritance, we are technically rivals."

I should have died last night. Instead I was standing on a raised stone platform in the center of the Great Hollow, bloodied bandages wrapped around my Lycan shoulder, my unborn Lycan daughter kicking against my ribs like she was trying to remind me she was still here. And ten thousand eyes were on me. The Gathering. Every pack, every realm. Wolves, Vampires, Fae, and Lycans who hadn’t seen each other in 200 years had come. All to see if the new Lycan dynasty would live or die.

Nothing else. The Gathering. The one time of year when the five ruling families of New York’s underworld came together to reaffirm their uneasy alliance. A tradition as old as our bloodlines, originally meant to prevent all-out war. Deals were brokered, grievances were aired, and power was either balanced or shifted. But lately, the Gathering felt more like a countdown to an inevitable end.

It had become unbearable by minute five, but I had to keep going. Nana Hellen had been convinced that I needed something new for the gathering, although Killian had informed me that it would be a casual gathering. Aurora was quick to explain to me that there was nothing casual about Amoria Gatherings. There would be nobility present, and casual was something foreign to them. Nana Hellen called it a war. At first I thought it was their normal over the top way of explaining things until I walked into Alana’s Fashion, a quiet little store that was packed with women all struggling to get the best in-style clothing to wear.

“As far as any of us is concerned, the gathering would be in the grand hall… where consorts are not even allowed.” A ripple went through the group, interest, envy, calculation. Voices overlapped, the air tightening with a stir that could turn ugly if left alone. “Do you really think that this is the case?” “I don’t need to think about it as a case when I already know the reality.” I said casually. “You speak so boldly when you are nothing more than a new girl here.” One said, taking a step forward. “But the harem holds a lot more than what you think it does.”

Are they on good terms with each other now? We run horses continuously and reached the Barbarian Kingdom at 11:00 clock. From the main door, there is a huge hall where all barbarians gathered to have a meal or to plan something. At this time of night, it was still filled with Barbarian noises. They were looking at the jewel and expensive things they stole during the raid. He was sitting on his throne, I didn't look at him instead I cover my head with my cloak back and start passing through between them. Michelle was holding my hand and walking in front of me. For a moment there was complete silence, Must be all of them staring at me but I was fully covered, I am sure nobody realized that it

5. Inheritance Whore Chapter One I signed the contract two days ago in my grandfather’s lawyer’s stuffy office. The paper was thick, the ink black and final. To get my inheritance—the billion-dollar trust fund that was supposed to be mine on my twenty-second birthday—I had to become their shared whore for one full month. My three cousins: Tristan, Louis, and Damien. The entitled, gorgeous bastards who’d always looked at me like I was something to devour. If I refused, the money went to charity. If I accepted, I belonged to them completely. Mouth, cunt, ass, every hole, every hour they wanted me. No limits. No safe words. Just raw, filthy use.