Paranormal-reverse Harem Novels & Stories

I handed him the book. "A reverse harem romance," he read aloud. "What's a reverse harem?" He asked. "A reverse harem is one where there are many men satisfying one woman, instead of many women for one man; a harem in reverse," I informed him. He continued reading the publicity blurb on the back of the book. "'I was a virgin when the earth was captured in an interstellar war. I was stripped, enslaved and auctioned off to ten alien warriors who helped subdue our world. I was claimed and ravished in the most reprehensible ways imaginable. They set about mastering my maiden body and instructing me what it means to belong to them absolutely. They bought me to use me, but in my heart I know they

Erlias was the name of this world, she discovered. Here, women were polyamorous because of the limited number of them. Even the most possessive of males would bow to his chosen's choice to keep her at his side. But what shocked her the most was not the lack of women, nor the men's willingness to do whatever their wife wanted. It was the 'people' she thought were people. Catherine lifted her hand to her cheek and squeezed it until tears poured down her face. Monsters? Creatures of the Night? Demons? If this was a dream, she wanted to wake up, but no matter how hard she pinched, her reality did not change.

"I killed someone via sex and now I don't know any means of bringing Jonathan back." "Jonathan? Who is—" She sat a shot of rum on her small nightstand. In the center, was an exposed eyeball complete with dangling optic never. In the pupil was the shade of a little man, soul trapped inside an eye, a classic case of demonic exorcism done wrong on the possessed. "Ah...that's Jonathan."

Audrey said and the trio began looking at the map and the transcript again. After a few hours Audrey finally found something. "Guys I think I finally understand the pattern." Audrey said "Okay." The duo said waiting for Audrey's explanation. "The spell book is right under our nose." Audrey said "Where?" Greta asked "In a cave." "What cave?" Adrian asked "Ever heard of the forbidden cave?" Audrey asked "Yeah, humans say it's a cursed place." Greta said "Well I don't think it would be the same for paranormals." Audrey said with a sly smile.

He made a cut on my palm, handed the knife back to Lucas, and then pressed his palm to mine. At first, nothing happened. “I, Keiran Garrison, alpha of the Crystalvalley pack welcome you Cora Marlin to my pack.” As soon as he finished speaking, sharp pain flashed through me. I gasped and tried my best to breathe through the pain. It was much worse than Keiran explained. My eyes snapped up to Keiran’s. The moment our eyes locked, the pain disappeared and memories flooded my mind. I saw a younger version of Keiran, Ryder, and June. There were images of a man that I assumed was their father. It was like watching a movie about his childhood.

Other strange-looking creatures she couldn’t make out through the dark but assumed were demons. Thea couldn’t get a read off any of them. “None of those things are alive,” Thea whispered. “I can’t sense their intentions or influence them. I’m useless here. I can’t even tell how many there are.” “Looks to be thousands already,” Conri said. “Tens of thousands,” Xavier said. “Is it me, or is the room expanding?” Cam said quietly. “The walls are moving farther away to accommodate the army of dead creatures,” Chris said. “The laws of physics do not apply here.”

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

"Elena, you and Zara worked through the night on the counter-ritual. Where do we stand?" Elena pulled out diagrams covered in mystical symbols. "We have the framework. The reversal working requires three things: someone with Methlock blood to anchor it—that's Daren. Someone with magical sensitivity to perceive and redirect the ritual's energy flows—that's Shahira. And someone with active magical power to channel the inversion—that's Zara." "All three of you would need to be in the ritual chamber at the critical moment," Dominic said, concern evident. "That puts your three most valuable people in the most dangerous location."

I had to read most of the lines twice or thrice to understand a thing because it felt like my brain was glitching as I uncovered such heartbreaking information about Blake. By the time I was done, tears were freely streaming down my face. I’d learnt that the Shahato pack singled out a shewolf named Scarlett for being born on the night of a blood moon and housing within her the blessings of the moon goddess which they planned to amplify and take for themselves through a blood moon ritual. All of that sounded like absolute bullshit to me because I was an ordinary uninteresting shewolf who’d lived a live of difficulty and pain so I couldn’t possibly have been housing any damned blessings.

Particularly triggered by the stench of blood—which probably triggered the traumatizing memory of the death of her husband—my mother, worried and frightened at the same time, want me to stay close to her so I am not lost, not because, uh, the blood. I do get an origin question from my mother regarding the blood. How am I able to look so bloody soaking wet in just a matter of few seconds. Her sentences added some intel inside the notes I made regarding the existence of a parallel universe called the Flesh, that the time spent in the real world differs from the time spent inside that cavernous labyrinth. A few hours there is equal to just a few seconds in the real world, which mean, I got soak