Hell Harem Novels & Stories

The plot started off with the heroine, the daughter of a baron, entering the middle school division of Diamond Academy. In the beginning, the heroine was registered as a light magic user and was hinted to be a member of some type of rare ancient race. Of course, the story wouldn't be a reverse harem without extremely attractive guys who all fell in love with the heroine. Upon entering the school, the heroine encountered the male lead for the first time in a very cliché scene, creating a budding affection that slowly bloomed into romance.

CHAT REQUEST FROM Hayley.Hailstorm@BearsParademics.com (@Hailstorm) to Lace.Lacy@Ravenwood.com (@Lace) and Kira.Killer@Ravenwood.com (@Killer) CHAT ACCEPTED HAILSTORM: Hey girls! LACE: Hello my fellow weirdoes KILLER: Hey you two, how are things going? LACE: Ugh, you know how it is. We’re not allowed to go to base camp this year but I’m sneaking in, in any case. Who is going to know?

“Yes, of course. I do!” Damon moved first, hovering over me, to position his already throbbing length to my entrance. He slammed into me, slaps of skin on skin echoing in the safe room. Then, Julian followed after, pumping in and out. Then, Christian flipped me around, having me in all fours and slamming into me. This was my new life and I couldn't be so lucky to be this blessed with three huge dicks at once.

Liam says, “is one of the oldest magical lines in Hallow’s Edge. Your ancestors helped found this town. They built the wards. They kept the balance. They protected the people here from the Hallow.” I frown. “What exactly is the Hallow?” Grace answers softly. “An ancient entity. A hunger. It’s not a spirit or a demon, it’s older than that. It feeds on power. On life. And the Warrens were the only ones strong enough to keep it contained.” Liam continues, “Your mother, Delaney, was the last full‑blooded Warren witch. The strongest in generations. And when she became pregnant with you… Jason saw an opportunity.”

-MILA- Selene was waiting outside the Packhouse for us when we arrived, and she seemed a little too excited to be joining us if the shriek was anything to go on. "Can she tone it down?" Lobo whispered in my ear as we walked in. I shot him an amused look, "Be nice." He put a hand on the small of my back as he guided me through the unknown people. "Are these all werewolves?" "Yes. Remember, don't wander off."

Liyla slowly walked towards the door and called her father but he was just staring at something Liyla couldn't see. "Dad is that you, dad! where is this place, I'm so scared!." She came close to him and behold a bloody sight, a demon with one eye plucked out, hanging on the eye socket and the left part of the brain was skulless pumping out blood like a running tap, then it stretched it's hand towards Liyla and tried to grab her by the hand. She screamed as loud as possible and fell on the floor crawling backwards, she continued crying and tried escaping but the demon was to fast, it cought her leg then choked her by the neck, raised her up above the ground, Liyla was loosing consciousness th

I might have remained a slave for the rest of my life, but I would have been safe. It was pretty ironic considering the fact that nowhere was safe for me. If I'd turned twenty and didn't find my mate by then, the alpha would have thrown me into The Harem. The Harem is a place where unmated omegas from age twenty to forty lived. It is what the title means. They are practically entertainment for guests or horny unmated males and females. What's the difference between The Harem omega and regular omegas? Regular ones had the choice to refuse a request and are limited to teenagers. Harem Omegas cannot refuse a request. They cannot be raped but neither can they refuse a request, including becoming

Silver: “Any girl who steps into this place automatically becomes a harem girl. We don't ask what crimes they committed, so we don't segregate,” the matron argued, giving the younger woman who had brought me in, a wary look. I squinted in confusion, wondering what crimes had to do with being in a harem. If this was some sort of substitute for prison, then it was way worse than I thought. However, I couldn't imagine any of the beautiful, innocent-looking girls committing crimes that would sentence them to a lifetime of pleasing men.

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.”

“Huh!” The four directions gasp when they felt the dread and much deeper darkness that somewhat is being released unto the world. The dread that HE knew and expected to happen right in that instant and with his words that follows. “It’s Alliah.” Hell’s daughter. His first creation. Thoughts and the immediate ones that they all think and had at the same time. Then Haruna smiles, proud and mighty, solving the puzzle that HE is about to tell them. Proving her worth, no more than she could ever bargain for.