Isekai Royal Harem Novels & Stories

When he summoned the Ice wolf, David got another weird and long notification. [You have summoned a [Royal variant]!] [Empress Sub-role unlocked!] [Praetor sub-role unlocked!] [Royal prince sub-role unlocked!] [Royal variants are the most powerful version of their species and leaders of large packs. Only a Royal can give birth to a Royal.] [Empresses are the highest form of brood mothers and can only be selected from [Royal variants]. The empress affinities have a [30%] chance of being inherited by their descendants. They can give birth to units with better base stats, and every month they have [30%] of birthing a [Soldier variant], [19%] of birthing a [Royal variant], and [1%] of birthing a

Hailey Queen A few days had passed since that intoxicating , ridiculous kiss with Roy, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I tried to avoid him at school, pretending I hadn’t noticed the way his piercing blue eyes lingered on me or how that smirk made my stomach twist. But every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel his lips brushing against mine, teasing, bold… impossible. Last night hadn’t helped at all. My dreams betrayed me. Each one of my dreams featured with Roy banging me like his life depended on it. Gosh how I wish it was real.

My body is as light as a feather as I went on my way and danced in front of everyone and the royal family. The King and the townsfolk applauded after we danced for them. I could also see the prince from afar. However, I couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity as well. He has golden hair and deep blue eyes, certainly fitting a royal member and a common protagonist of cliche novels I've read. "Haaa...this is making me crazy. I'm really one of that reincarnated characters into some kind of isekai genre"

Just appreciate with all that I am, considering the fact the woman I’m tied to for better or worse is even more frigid and emotionally detached than I am. Three more royals dead. Those headlines alone are enough for the Senate to breathe down my neck. Add some two bit gangsters shooting up a school of all places, and don’t even get me fucking started about the potential mole in our syndicate. I need absolute control like I need my next breath, and regardless of being everything opposite of what my twin knows I go for, I can’t wait another minute. I’m too pent-up, and on too much of a time crunch to send the little cupcake with rainbow frosting back. She’s short and thick rather than tall and

The nightmares started again, the palace never truly slept, even at the third hour of the night when the kingdom of Anaktora was swallowed in shadow and silence, king Aaron sat alone in his chambers trembling because the dreams were coming again and this time more scary. It always started the same way. Atlas was standing in the Royal hall dressed in the full regalia of a crown Prince to be, the nobles were there watching. Even the council, the entire Court held its breath as Atlas walked into the hall holding hands with a man. Atlas bowed in front of his father, reached out and took the man’s hands and kissed him in front of everyone.

“Why did you check-in in that 3-star hotel with the hideous robe?” I laughed. “It was intentional.” “Hmm. Interesting. Who’s this?” She pointed at a portrait of my great-great-great-grandfather in oil painting. “King Kamrun Braynburg.” “The first King and ruler of Triberis.” “Yes. You did your assignment.” “Thanks to that talkative driver.” “This is the study.” I pulled the two-door opened, revealing the big library full of old books collection from constitutional law, to fine arts, to modern fiction.”

Orion nodded and looked at me. "Allow me to formally introduce myself to you, Mistress of Fire. I'm Orion Alexander Esravec III, the crown prince of Rousiana." "And I'm Luciana Louis, His Majesty's only neice and the only princess of Rousiana." My jaw dropped.

After everything I woke up to this morning, I’m not sure I want to know more about him. Still, I say. “Go on. Tell me.” “Okay, I think you should know that the King has a harem—” “What?” My voice rises before I can control it. “A harem? As in… women?” “Yes—” I scoff. “Of course he has a harem. What else would I expect from a wolf? They’re nothing like humans.” My voice turns sharp as I list all the bad things I’ve heard about them. But Kie shakes her head. “The King’s mother, Her Highness Renna, is the one who created the harem.”

Gasps echoed. “I believed silence protected the kingdom,” I continued. “I was wrong.” Isabella stood suddenly. Every head turned. Tradition said she should stay quiet. Queens did not speak during council votes. Not this kind. “You are breaking protocol,” someone snapped. “I’m correcting it,” she replied calmly. She looked at me. Really looked at me. Not as a prince. As a son. “He was raised to obey,” she said. “To carry burdens meant for grown men.” I stiffened. “Mother”

If she didn't know, then it wouldn't be true. Except she was already at the book. “The Law of Princely Marriage: The royal heir, be it male or female must wed of noble blood. No other suitors may be entertained.” “No,” she gasped, but the words stayed the same. Frantic, she pulled her phone out of her clutch and googled the law. It was a real law. There were no repeals. All Orsino marriages were of noble heritage. The latest one listed was between King Carlo and Lady Magdalena Dunhill.