My Harem Academia Novels & Stories

Since Chloe and I are no longer together, no one has tried to ask about our friendship. I was about to speak when our professor suddenly came so I could not continue what I was supposed to say. The whole class had no other running in my mind but the answer to Raven's question. Raven keeps on confusing us. RAVEN'S POV I am here in the room now. We are not doing anything right now because the professors are having a meeting today about Power leveling. What they say here seems to be based on which group we belong to. It seems that here at the Academy there are 4 levels of groups.

The idea of eating breakfast makes me nauseous. I exit my room and pause in the hallway, because I've no idea where classes are in this place. There wasn't time to show me around. The Academy is a three-story mansion that resembles a Victorian-Goth style architecture. Well, I'll look around until I find someone to show me the way or find it myself. My sneakers squeak across the title as I stroll down the hallway, the book of magical history tucked under my arm. I scratch at the collar of my shirt which feels like it's choking me and soaked in so much starch it's stiff like it could stand up on its own.

Soubi resented his fate. After drinking the potion and resigning to fate, Soubi packed his things with a heavy heart. He tried his best not to cry and tried to recall what he learned about the Academy. Time Cross Academy only accepted males and they must be of legal marriageable age. Once they enter the Academy, they must take the second gender test regularly to confirm their second gender identities. There is no leaving the Academy until five years is up once they enter simply because the rift portal will only open for three days once every five years. Amanda Lucifer's words were absolute in the Academy and if she arranges a marriage for two students in the Academy, they must sign the marri

Now I want to know how it will look in Slateville. " It's the number one best academy in Slateville and expensive too. It is owned by the Witch queen, victoria hale. It's a place for every species in a single academy. I thought of joining Vampire academies only for vampires but my mother wants me to go to Sapphire which as many qualities and advantages than others." he explained with full excitement. " It's amazing. seeing all species in a single academy. Will there be Werewolfs? fairies?" I questioned.

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.

Havoc knew perfectly well who Liam, Adam, and Chase were—there was no need for the dramatics and this sudden display of devotion. "You can't smell it?" Sage laughed, her voice echoing in my head like wildfire. "He is hammered." The realisation hit me suddenly; the strong scent of alcohol that wafted from Havoc wasn't just from any drink—it must have been that notorious brew that Alpha Leigh imported in; it was rumoured to be potent enough to knock even the supernatural off their feet.

“Jenna, hurry!” Maren’s fingers curled tightly around Jenna’s wrist, dragging her through the polished marbled halls of Halden Academy before Cassia and Lorain could see them. “If those two spot you before registration, I swear on the moon goddess….” “Why would they even be here of all places?” Jenna hissed under her breath, heart thudding as the towering gates of Halden closed behind them. Students bustled everywhere in expensive outfits bearing the Academy’s sigil, a silver wolf howling beneath a crescent moon.

“It’s not for now. The summons stands. The Council awaits your arrival.” Layla’s heartbeat quickened, though she kept her face impassive. Hollow Crown. The words pulled old fragments from the depths of her memory, a reference buried in a crumbling tome she had read long ago. It spoke of a rare union between warriors and a witch. She said nothing while Seraphine was still there. She just stood and kept her face neutral. Seraphine’s projection wavered in the morning light. “Do not keep the Council waiting,” she warned. Then, with a final shimmer, she vanished.