Rise Of The Harem King Novels & Stories

IN THE KINGDOM OF HARNEM FELIX POV: I reached the kingdom of Harnem in the search of King S. I find it odd that someone's name had been only had a single initial. Regardless, he will be our allies in the war. Aya had already sent out the allies contract which was agreed and signed by the kIng S.

he proudly said. The offer and his compliment were enticing. But I need to gently refuse. People would make fuss on abilities and my new; peaceful with Liza would be ruined. I won’t definitely let that to happen. “I’m sorry bu-“ I was about to complete the sentence when he suddenly said something “I’ll make you the General of the entire army and you’ll live in a comfortable place. I’ll let you be the third to the most powerful man in the continent. You’ll earn thousands of gold monthly and you won’t have to live this miserable life anymore” he said

Her word was law. However, once in the Harem, their birth rank won’t help them; it will be up to them to behave. Power games were known to happen from accidents, mishaps, and framing, and ran rampant after all; each male in the Harem wanted as much chance as the main to have a pup with their ‘mate’, as her main. Even then, this was rare unless she went into heat while her main was away, and, depending on how long her heat lasted, it affected their chances.

I shook my head my arms crossing protectively over my chest. Kane stood, his towering frame cutting an imposing figure as he stepped closer. I remember seeing them for the first time in that harem. They were so powerful they still are. So handsome they made my chest ache. I wish they didn’t toy with my heart. “It’s not just about the curse. It’s about you. About us.” He muttered his voice low but firm I opened my mouth to argue but they surrounded me before I could get another word out. When I say imposing I mean it. They are so tall I feel fragile between them like this.

The room, with its classic furnishings and muted colour palette, provides a backdrop to the familial clash. I shake my head, a subtle defiance in my gesture. "Yes, I am a king, Dad, but I don't want some trophy wife who will sit beside me on the throne with no brain. I need a real woman, father," I assert, the determination in my voice resonating against the opulence of the surroundings. My father sighs, a gesture that carries the weight of parental concern. "Look, Henry, get yourself a real woman, but do it quickly before I put your brother as a temporary king."

The atmosphere inside the private room was extremely strange. Stacy sat in the main seat, wearing a delicate white dress. Her eyes were red and swollen, making her look undeniably pitiful. Around her sat four top-tier big shots, including Lewis, Shadowfang, and Reviver. In the center, a man idly twirled a lighter. He was Cyrus Richmond, the heir of a top-tier elite family in the capital circle and the second-highest spender on our server.

Each one landing with fierce precision, finding all my most sensitive parts. How do I explain? How do I tell her that none of this is real? That the daughter she thinks she raised, the rebellious, ungrateful girl she sees before her—that's not me. That's what Kruska has manipulated her into believing all these years. But I can't say any of that, it’ll just sound like I'm insane. So I stand there, silent, watching my mother cry, and feeling like the absolute worst person to ever exist. "This marriage is so important." She wipes at her eyes, smearing mascara. "Do you understand that? It's not just about tradition or family connections. This involves the empire your father has spent his entire

Submit. The Foundry has fallen, but the "Project Chimera" has already succeeded in its primary goal: infecting the next generation. The Harem has the Queen, but the city has a new, shadowed King who can control the infected through a frequency they can't resist. Can the Six-Point Anchor hold against a city of sleeper agents, or will Elara have to make the ultimate Sacrifice to break the frequency?

It instantly started to bubble in response to the markings. "I Damon Bloodstone, Prince of Gardenia, summon the King of the Underworld, Balthazar Kolgrim." The temperature of the room dropped. My hair stood on end as black smoke pooled from the circle. It swirled around us, filling the room with the smell of sulphur. I wrinkled my nose, forcing myself to breathe through my mouth. I waited for him to appear, but then the smoke vanished, and the room warmed up again. "Well, so much for that plan," Kier scoffed, and I shook my head.