Reverse Harem Fantasy Novels & Stories

"I thought we were past this. Thought we were working as a team. As a pack." "We are," Alvaro says desperately. "This was just—it's hard. Having to share you with two other alphas. Every instinct says you're mine, mine alone. And when I saw Hayes threatening you, when Luciano challenged my claim on the situation—" "I'm not yours alone," I interrupt. "I'm all of yours. That's what being in a reverse harem means. That's what having multiple mates means. You don't get to be possessive and territorial with each other. You have to share."

He took a step toward us, followed closely by the other two. A perverted smile curled on Derek's lips as he inched closer, his green eyes darkening with desire. His breathy voice carried a soft, hazy quality as he muttered, "What is this scent?" But then his eyes fixated on me with a heated gaze and a smirk on his lips, “I also want to play this game. Are we playing maid and master?” Kai gave me the same blank stare that he always did, like I was a burden on the earth for him. However, this time, there was something else mixed with that indifference. A warm and profound burning desire flickered in his eyes, something I had never seen before.

"And because I get that electroshock thing and stuff with Darren, you think he's supposed to be my fated mate, too, or something?" "Yes. And possibly Marc, too." The concept stunned her-aroused her. "It doesn't bother you?" "I'll admit a part of me is jealous. No man finds it easy to share his female, but then again, the pleasure that can be found in a group . . ." He smiled suggestively, and she blushed. "At the same time?" she squeaked. "Oh, I don't think so." "It's not necessary. Many groupings choose to keep things one-on-one, but there are others who prefer to tread that racier edge."

Azariel fucked me through him. But then he came too. Not Felix. Azariel, I mean. He came out of the shadows, tall and flowing with his eyes burning. Felix still knelt between my legs, possessed, but Azariel stepped behind me. I was pinned between them. There was two of him now. He entered me from behind as Felix… Azariel-in-Felix, licked my clit, his fingers still working me open. I screamed. The double assault shattered my breath. I couldn’t think or hold still. My body writhed in their grip, both versions of him using me and claiming me. Heat surged through me with every thrust and flick of that tongue.

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.

If he saw me like this, he would notice my panic right away, and I wouldn't be able to hide it. But why was an upright man like Alessandro working with such a leech? Jonathan wasn’t just an alpha. He was the type who didn’t just look down on omegas; he took pleasure in torturing them and stomping them under his feet. And in my past life, I was one of his targets.

Natasha I ran my fingers along the spines on my favorite shelf on the bookshelf in the corner of my room. This shelf was where all of my romance novels sat waiting to take me to another world where I could explore all of my fantasies that I was too embarrassed to verbalize. I picked up a newer book, that I had bought, up on a whim. It’s synopsis boasted of a reverse harem shifter theme that had intrigued me from the jump. I put it in my bag to read by the fountain in the middle of town later that day.

“You see! It’s just as I said! This is no charlatan trick. This is the moment we’ve long awaited. Our Goddess has come back to life!” Suddenly, figures began to emerge from the shadows of the room. One by one, they stepped forward—each dawned in the same black cloaks as Jasper. Their ages varied from young to old. Male and female. They circled us—each with white hair and pale faces, their gazes set on the reborn princess in the center of the room. One by one, they began chanting in unison—repeating Jasper’s words like it was scripture. A ritual. A resurrection.

I did not think it would get this big when I came up with the outline, I am so sorry about that. I will be taking a little break and coming up with another story of a siren and three alpha mates. This will be a reverse harem story, and of course, I will keep it short. The curses and scolding that I received made me sweat in this book, lol. Once again, I apologize for the book getting a bit too long. However, I have learned my lesson and I will not do it in the future. Bows.