Reverse Harem Paranormal Books Novels & Stories

But the questions in my mind are relentless, and I know I won’t find peace until I start looking through the stacks for some kind of solution. I reach for one of the books on the table, a heavy tome bound in deep green leather with silver lettering on the cover. It’s a book of magic, one that I’ve studied before, but never with the urgency I feel now. I flip it open, my eyes scanning the pages for any mention of the barrier, of the ancient fae who first created it, and of the Ones who were with her.

Eventually, I decide I need to eat. A certain commotion from the hall grabs both my attention and Tate’s. Harlow is busy talking with a couple of witches who joined us for the meal, and used to dine with Harlow when she came for her appointments. They gush over the pictures of Reha that Rowan has on his cell phone. “Aww shit,” Tate mumbles, his eyes flashing to the door. *There are vamps,* Dante warns. But they must be Shadows certainly or they wouldn’t be here.

My wolf groaned desperately for me to heed her pleas, the mate bond was messing with our mind, making me feel the need to protect her even though I had just rejected her. “Are you being harassed by anyone?” I heard myself asking like I really cared when I didn’t, it was just the mate bond talking through me. “No…Yes…Please, just take me from here…I’ll tell you everything once I am out.” I sighed in frustration; this was not how I expected today to go. “Follow me.” ~~~~ few years later ~~~~ Hunter’s Pov. Panting and sweating yet another night from the same memories that plague me day and night, I am almost successful in detangling myself from her hold to get a glass of water when I feel her n

“See, now I am also rhyming.” “I saw you,” Heath said in surprise. “As we were driving. I saw movement around the vehicles, vampires running alongside.” “I saw you also,” she stepped up to him and cupped his face turning it one way and then the other. Heath slid a look sideways to Talen but did not resist her scrutiny. “A hybrid,” she murmured. “Intriguing. Your mate?” She looked at Talen. “All four,” Talen replied. “The Les Guerriers Sanctifies’ Triquetra, Heath Gale whom you are holding, Rhett Salem, and Cameron Edison, and our beautiful Morgana Ivy - ”

By the time we get back to my place, I’m so horny I nearly rip my dress off. The next day, he takes me to an old bookstore that has been run by the same owner for over sixty years. She refuses to alphabetize anything, but when Damien asks her for a specific book, she knows exactly where it is. It’s cramped and crowded, full of volumes of rare old books and gorgeous hardback covers. Damien buys sme a copy of Pride and Prejudice in French.

“You don’t sound yourself.” I sighed and fell back onto the bed. “I don’t feel myself. It’s all so strange, staying out here—not that I don’t love it, but it’s strange, you know?” Charlene scoffed. “I’d go mad! All that nature… oh God, not to mention all those wild animals.” I laughed. “It’s not so bad, really. I haven’t encountered any wild animals except for a snake.” “What about the hybrids?” she questioned. “Have you seen them shift yet? Have you found out if… what’s his name? Anyway, have you found out if he’s as hung as Joy made him out to be?”

Hello, and welcome to The Forbidden Princess and Her Mafia Men. Deep within this book we will see elements such as BDSM, Kinks (any and all kinds), Kidnapping, Torture, Sex and all things that might be considered violent. This book is also meant to be dark as well as a reverse harem. So please note this book will contain triggers from start to finish so please consider that when venturing into this book as you have been warned. Now without further ado please enjoy the story.

"Yeah, dust mites and paper cuts." No, it went deeper than that. The grimoire itself didn't just retell vampire lore and itemize things of magic, including creatures and other things; it was magic. Whether some long-ago spell caster imbued it, or the book itself soaked up residual power like a sponge, something about it was different. Special. Necessary to his methods. Leafing through its pages helped Thaddeus hone his intuition and often focus his jumbled thoughts. "Not everything needs to be high tech," he told his protŽgŽ, not for the first time. "Whatever, old man. So now that I'm here, mind telling me what the heck is going on?"

Feeling the hard length of him, with heat so intense it almost burned her palm, she grew slick and ready for him. Eamon set aside the book, but his hands weren’t idle after that. He used them to push aside the pink underwear from the freshly laundered fae fabric, which heightened her pheromones or somehow enhanced her arousal. Or maybe it was just Eamon himself. They stroked each other almost shyly at first, until he lifted his hips. It seemed to break the spell between them, and she took advantage of the moment to strip his pants down past his thighs. He pulled her closer, guiding her sheath to the tip of his cock, which slowly entered her. He murmured a contraceptive spell as he sank compl

If I was going to think about something, it needed to be far from their piercing eyes. I walked over to the bookshelf, my fingers gliding along the spines, looking for anything to distract me. But then, a flashy cover caught my eye. A pear surrounded by three bananas. The title was suggestive, and just reading the blurb was enough to get it: reverse harem. A new subgenre that was gaining popularity. I swallowed hard. Was the universe mocking me? On impulse, I grabbed the book and hid it behind a few others on the shelf. I’d come back for it later, alone, and take it to my room. To cover my tracks, I picked up a random poetry book.