Harem The Gathering Novels & Stories

I whispered and kissed her lips softly, careful not to wake her, it was slow, lingering as I let her scent sink into me. I stayed there until the first light hit the windows. Then I left before she could open her eyes. Tomorrow would be the main event day and I would finally be free. I couldn’t wait for it to be over. ~ Tommy’s POV ~ The supply room stank of oil and old blood. We sat around the table, maps spread out, torches casting long shadows on the stone. Jace was sharpening his blade again. The sound grated on my nerves. “Tomorrow, when the moon is high,” I said, tapping the mark on the map where Kael’s fortress sat. “During the Gathering. Everyone important will be at the palace. So h

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

Hetha looked the most human out of all of our squad, with her curly red hair and freckles, her ears were easy to hide, and the hourglass frame and green eyes could be traits of any mortal around. “You and I both know that hiding our wings is second nature, we only show them when we need them.” She paused, “I am sorry that we didn’t run it by you first.” She added, sensing my anger.” “While the Berserkers are trying to get information from the target, we will use this downtime to train.” Hestia groaned, “Oh, come on, can’t we have fun for once? All we ever do is train and missions.” “And because of that, we have never been unsuccessful in a mission.” I pointed out.

“Let’s packs kids. We are getting me some semen.” “Oh, God.” Evan breathed out, his eyes widening. Zivah patted his back lightly. “And that is DEFCON 1. Major delusional ideas and senseless suggestions.” Evan turned to Zivah with a worried face. “She isn’t actually going to Las Vegas, is she?” I frowned at them. “She? We!” I corrected. I drew a circle with my forefinger. “We are all going to Vegas.” “This is not how I planned a trip.” Evan grumbled.

Beginning of Book 3 Ruled by the Princess: Realm of the Chosen, a Reverse Harem Romance The sound of horses’ hooves beating against packed earth, cheers from the crowded stands, and the jarring clang of wood on metal were all drowned out by the sound of Princess Katrinetta’s heart beating out of her chest as she stared down from the riser. Gripping the wooden barrier that separated her from a fifteen foot fall to the arena floor beneath her, Kit’s knuckles were white, and despite the cool temperatures, a fine line of perspiration beaded her forehead.

Arella’s POV I walked down the busy hallways, heading to Zane's office. For some reason, the Omegas and guards seemed busier than usual, preparing for what Zane had explained to me as the “Grand Alpha Gathering”. It was apparently an annual thing where all the alphas gathered before the king, proposing new laws or changes to the old ones. For three days straight! The door to Zane’s office stood slightly ajar, but I still did the polite thing and knocked, despite Zane telling me multiple times to just come in.

I know that they have an electric kind of attraction, after all he’s the prince of lust and wants her to carry his babies. “Hey, don’t get lost in thought, we have a lot of work to do. After all, what siren will willingly give up their scales?” Damien said. We trekked our way into town and looked for a hotel to stay in. After finding a few vacancies, we split up in groups of 3 for the rooms. I was roomed with Max and Garrett while Joel, Damien and Brent shared a room.

I realized as the meeting came to a close that I would most likely not garner consensus going forward. Beyond the meeting’s doors, I was met by Kane where he seemed to be waiting for me. "My lord," he called. "I've found out further details regarding the Dark Harem Clan's celebration. They appear to be soliciting alliances and favorable trading deals." Kane's insight didn’t catch me by surprise. "That is quite intriguing,” I remarked. “But try as much as you can to find out more about their goals and what they seem to want to accomplish with these alliances." Kane nodded promptly.

She could feel them watching her. Finally, they arrived at a large circular room. A marble floor etched with runes. Seven high-backed chairs formed a half-circle. Only five were filled. The woman took her place at the center. “I am Celestina Vale,” she announced. “You’ve entered the Gathering. If you succeed, you’ll stand beside us. If you fail, you’ll leave in a box.” “Or not at all,” one of the men added coldly. Aria met his gaze. “I’ve faced worse than shadows in suits.”

“We are not just a triad. We are the Hollow Crown. And we will reclaim what is ours.” The mist thickened. Shadows flickered. Somewhere in the distance, faint lights of the Elders’ enclave glimmered. The next step was clear. They would track the portals, follow the traces, and fight not just with blades and fire, but with the bond that no Elder could sever. And together, they would bring Layla home.