My Harem Academia Novels & Stories

The pompous prince of Shadowers; Kai, the prince of Paradisia; Kaleb, and the arrogant prince of Zandaya; Xavier. Worse still, she becomes their roommate. Natasha soon discovers that the Dark Realm Royal Academy isn't all it seems, and to survive she must join hands with her enemies. This is an enemies-with-benefits reverse harem story, and the second book of The Kings of Vermont Series. It can be read as a standalone. Here's a sneak peek of the book below. Chapter One. Natasha Loud music poured out from the speakers placed at specific positions around the bar. “A glass of Black Martini, please,” I said to the bartender with a flirtatious smile. He smiled back, his gaze slipping down my face

Like I was just another recruit. “You’re being transferred to Gravemire Academy,” she said. “What the fuck is Gravemire?!” “A secure institution for magical individuals in violation of Arcane Code.” “I’m not magic! I’m just a girl! I have parents...I think....I live in..." I paused, wracking my brain. Why the fuck can't I remember anything. "I don't remember for fuck’s sake!” Another enforcer frowned. “She doesn’t remember her lineage. That’s... problematic.”

“The Academy is fascinating. You'll settle down soon enough.” I tuned out the rest of his words, my head banging furiously. I had to find a way to get my sleeping draft, else I wouldn't be getting any wink of sleep in the coming days. “... understood?” I whipped my head towards Kaleb who was staring at me. “Pardon?” “We are here. Your first class is Shifting.” Blood roared in my ears, as I walked through the perfectly tiled school ground, into the large hall with classes on both sides. I turned to see that Kaleb had vanished.

My laptop history was a testament to it—the endless tabs of dark erotica, the niche p**n sites, the stories that pushed boundaries most people wouldn’t even consider. Liam, bless his vanilla heart, had never understood it. He’d barely understood a missionary position on a Tuesday night. But Draco… Draco understood. He didn’t just understand; he fed it. He was a walking, breathing manifestation of every dark fantasy I’d ever scrolled through. And now he was my professor. The thought should have sent me running for the hills, transferring departments, changing my major. Instead, it made my clit twitch. My body, always so quick to betray me, was already anticipating the next encounter. The next

“It sets a precedent that personal choice exists within the Accords. Section 9.2: Freedom of Association. No coercion has been proven. No violence. No disruption beyond social discomfort. You have no grounds for expulsion or rank revocation.” Lady Amara Voss leaned forward—crimson nails digging into the table. “They are neglecting their duties. The queens have responsibilities to their wings—oversight, management, example-setting. Instead they are holed up in Elara’s suite like lovesick fledglings.” Dr. Elena Reyes—human delegate—nodded slowly. “That part… has merit. The academy charter requires ranked students and queens to maintain active presence in their designated wings. Continuous coha

On top of the makeshift cake was a single, pink candle. One of the two students sitting by the table jumped up and held out a crimson balloon. “Happy belated birthday!” he exclaimed, his eyes on my mark. A smile cracked on his lips, and he peered up to me. “It isn’t much, but we hope you like it. Welcome to Academia of the Moon. You’re going to love it here.” It took me a moment to recuperate from surprise before accepting the balloon and offering a smile. “Uh, thank you?” I glanced at Ariah. “What’s going on?”

“The academy was founded in the year of death by our master, ruler of hell and the king of all demons, Lucifer. He stuck a deal with the heavens. Demons, selkies, fae, all creatures from the underworld could walk amongst humans, on a condition. They survive a year long training in his academy and pass the culling.” The crowd burst into loud screams at that. “There are no rules here,” Alstra looked straight at me. “And only the strongest survive. Good luck.” The crowd scattered immediately, and it seemed everyone knew where they were headed to. Everyone except me. I stood in the middle of the hustle, waiting for someone to at least tell me where I was going. Which is why not even a minute lat

“And now he says I can’t use Charizard unless I bring a sacrifice!” I blinked. “I’m sorry, he did what now?” Arsen was still processing when Jade charged in behind him, dramatically holding up a red crayon like it was the elder wand. His voice was deep, serious, slightly British for some reason. “THE CARDS HAVE SPOKEN.” “We are five seconds from a full cult ritual,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose. “And I still haven’t had a second coffee.” Then—because apparently the chaos gods weren’t done—Lorelai floated in. I say floated because she wore a sheer purple cape, a tiara perched sideways on her curls, and she was dragging the mop like it was a sacred staff.

Half of me expects to see Mjollnir flying through the gymnasium windows, but of course, that would be cliché; it isn’t like this is a Marvel movie. The windows and the doors begin to shake fiercely as Hilda calls upon her forefathers to lend her the strength she needs to defeat me. I can see Miles out of my peripheral pacing back and forth; even the professor looks like she’s not sure what to do in this situation. Being a demigod, Hilda is one of the stronger students in this school, and if she loses control of her powers, it could be devastating. Still, the point of Divine Academy is to teach the students how to prosper and wield their gifts to their fullest potential. Miles and Herja need

“I hate this academy.” “Everyone does,” Soreya said. “The successful ones just learn to hate it productively.” They left the Hollow Residence together and crossed the lower path toward the central medical wing. The academy looked different in this false morning light. Less haunted at first glance, more architectural. The black stone towers rose against the dim crimson sky, and the silver-veined paths glimmered beneath their feet.