My Harem Academia Novels & Stories

I averted my eyes and explained. “Heather Academy is a dangerous academy. This is where fighters and charmers go. Only a few knew this school and only a few could get in. Only the persons who have skills and can fight. And those who have what they call charms. Charms are like a magical power. Didn’t you say you saw someone fighting? That’s training. Heather Academy has wars happening every night. And when the so-called KING wanted to, he will make the war last for the whole day. It’s forbidden to go out because we need to keep the normans safe from us charmers. Now, I need you to protect yourself.” I gave her a long explanation. It took her a lot of time before she digested it inside her min

"S-so what? "Some students caught us having sex in the gym, she got fired, and I had to transfer schools because of it. She was so obsessed with me that she blamed me for starting to distance herself from her. I moved to England for college, and something unexpected happened. She married my father, what a jerk!" I could barely react to Leo's story. Erika Gonzales was a prostitute, just like me in the past. But what made her think she was a wealthy socialite enjoying her husband's inheritance, which was said to last for seven generations?

"The academy is still determining the full scope of that." Which is a very polished way of saying they do not know what I am and they are keeping me around to find out. Fantastic. Then she tells me about the hierarchy. Power is everything here. Your bloodline, your ability, your rank in training, all of it determines how much space you get to take up and how people treat you. As a registered human with no declared supernatural bloodline I am at the bottom of that system officially. She tells me some students will see that on paper and behave accordingly.

Alone at Blood Moon Academy is just alone with better architecture. What I'm not used to is the staring. They're subtle about it, most of them. Quick glances that slide away the moment I look up. Whispered conversations that stop just long enough to be obvious. But every supernatural in this room can feel my magical signature the same way I can feel theirs, and mine is wrong in a way that makes their instincts itch. I open my notebook and start reviewing my morning classes. Combat Theory. Supernatural History. Pack Dynamics and Modern Law. A full schedule with no partners, no study group, no assigned seat that isn't already surrounded by empty chairs. Draven's work is thorough. I'll give him

Suddenly, the lights around us went out, leaving only the stage illuminated. An elderly man stood there, his features sharp, and his eyes a steady red. His voice was deep as he said: “I am Principal James Cashmable. Welcome, new students, to Warster Kailey Academy, the grand academy that unites the three kinds: vampires, demons, and ghouls. Here, you are all equal. No one is above another.” He paused for a moment, then continued: “I wish you the best experiences and happiness here at the Academy of the Nation.”

Jared and I have been living in Arcadia, our capital city—named after the ancient city where Selene’s werewolf son, Lycaon, first settled. The first of us. Our Arcadia honors our forefather and serves as the heart of our world. It houses the governmental seat and the academy where wolves and witches train side-by-side—learning to fight, to hone our affinities, and to wield our Goddess-given gifts. From ages 18 until we find our mates, we live and breathe the academy. It molds us into the wolves the Goddess meant us to be.

The grounds were lit by lanterns that floated without visible support, casting everything in soft, shifting light. "Tell me," Kaine said as we walked, "what do you know about Crimson Moon Academy?" "Only what everyone knows. It's a place where humans and werewolves learn together. Where alliances are formed." "Lies," he said simply. "Pretty lies wrapped in prettier propaganda, but lies nonetheless." I said nothing, waiting. "Would you like to know the truth?" "Would you tell me if I said yes?" He laughed—a sound that was surprisingly warm. "Clever. I can see why they're interested in you."

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.

right you won't have failed but you will be assigned to the most shitty class, this place makes use of power hierarchy and it shows from the way they rank the class, which is from F being the lowest to A the highest," Emma said as she flashed a smile. "oh i see, so what class do you think we will be assigned to?" Oriol asked. "don't know, they will assign you to one at the seminar, you can directly teleport to the venue of the seminar Aso Tech directly from here. i will be leaving now," Emma said as she went close to Thanatos and whispered to his ear, meet me at the academy Oak tree," Emma whispered as she left. "this academy is quite it, a examiner flirting with a minor that is still taki

I have to stop and breathe, fingers pressed on my chest until the tremor subsides. “Get it together, Rhea Collins, you the betrothed of Kieran Vale.” I tell myself looking at the mirror. The academy transport comes to life outside, and students pour in as I leave my rooms, while students pour into the bus, carrying rumors with them back to school. As I step onto the corridor, the academy announcement system crackles overhead as I enter the bus. “Attention students, as the festival concludes, please note that today's class will be replaced with a compulsory seminar on mating rituals, consent protocols, and pack law. The seminar will be taught by a visiting guardian.” I stop dead.