Reverse Harem Book Novels & Stories

The magic tearing through both of us was unbearable, like being ripped apart and stitched back together wrong. “What have you done?” Seraphine shrieked. “Ending you!” I screamed back. The binding was unraveling. I could feel its threads snapping one by one. But the spell didn’t stop. All the gathered power had to go somewhere, and it was pouring into us. Into me. Into her. The backlash hit like a hammer. My already damaged wolf connection shattered. Something deep inside my spirit tore. Seraphine screamed. Around us, the last of her followers who hadn’t yet died in the blood sacrifice started collapsing. The magic reversed direction violently, ripping back into her.

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Daring to cross such realms had never truly crossed her mind but as her eighteenth birthday begins to approach, she knows her future is already set in two paths; sold as a slave to another cruel master or work in the brothels as one of the many town whores. Driven by purpose and a thirst to change the fate aligned for her, Ariadne disguises herself as a boy and crosses realms in search of a greater life-- But what meets her on the other end is so much more. WARNING; This story is rated R for mature audiences only. It contains sexual themes, violence, gore, profanity and nonconsent. Readers discretion is advised.

he said quietly, “is that we stare so hard at the line, we forget to look at what’s already crossed it.” I barely heard him. “The high pass here,” I muttered to myself, pointing. “It’s narrow. If you pull the patrols back here, you leave it wide open for a small, fast group to slip through.” I reached for another map, my mind racing with tactics, with arguments I would never get to make to Noah now. A soft sound made me look up. Hermlock had placed a book on the table next to my map. It wasn’t a ledger or a terrain chart. It was a thick, dusty tome bound in cracked leather. It looked ancient.

***Tihana's POV** I woke up and yawned widely. I can't remember the last time I had such a peaceful sleep. It was almost as if I hadn't slept this cool my entire life. I looked around me, only to realize that I wasn't in my room in my aunt's place. This room looked so familiar, it was almost like my room in the pack. I looked down at myself, only to notice strong arms resting on my stomach. I froze that very instant. It can't be. I already knew whose hands it was, but I did not want to believe that I was back in my room in the pack house.

**Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. There is a chapter separately marked with a trigger warning that features a pregnancy loss.** The River House, The Day After the Funeral

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He had to be kidding. A smile was playing around his lips, but his eyes were serious as they stared into mine. “Me?” I repeated dumbly. Axel’s smile widened a few notches. “You.” “Two,” I whispered. I had gone from being rejected by one mate to suddenly having two mates. Frowning, I grabbed the book and scanned the contents inside. “You won’t find anything inside that book,” he muttered as he leaned back in the chair. “Keiran is trying to figure everything out.”

They looked like they were trying to kiss but something was keeping them from doing so. It seemed ironic that Layla would be reading a romance novel when she seemed like the last person on earth who wanted to fall in love. It was also ironic that she was stuck in a harem for a man that seemed revolted by affection. Rebecca looked away. She went to rub her face to alleviate some of the burning, but she remembered she was wearing makeup just before she was about to mess up Yasmine’s hard work. She lowered her hand and clenched the dress’s fabric in her fists.

Wh-what? "REVERSE, REVERSE", they all screamed at the top of their lungs. If someone had glanced to the back of the room, they would have seen a girl, frozen in fear, with eyes so wide she could have seen a ghost. I am that girl, and I could be described as anything from horrified to mortified to terrified... pick one, or pick all. A secret faction that wants to reverse the New World? I have to get the hell out of here. Before slowly creeping out the door I came in, I noticed a familiar set of gloomy hazel eyes. And he noticed me...