Royal Harem Novels & Stories

The atmosphere smelt of luxury and affluence and from all the exotic cars packed here and there, I could tell the ceremony for the departed king is already underway. I have heard and read tales about the royal palace of the werewolf king, but looking at it right now, I could stare at the walls all day and still not be able to find the words to describe it. I start to imagine how living here would be like and a small smile curve my lips. It’s definitely going to be better than Eclipse. I stared at the flowers, and the scent of different powerful wolves filled my nostrils.

Proud men like Federico di Altavilla e Portanova didn’t take rejection well, and her rejection of him had been particularly cruel. Federico led her through a wrought-iron gate where an aide was waiting. They talked briefly before the man led the way to a suite of rooms down a long, marbled corridor. The walls were lined with generations of the Royal family… all their eyes seemed to be following Ava as she walked soundlessly by Federico’s side. The aide opened a door leading into a private lounge. The furniture was modern and, although the palace was centuries old, somehow the mix of old and new worked brilliantly.

I ask. “The King’s harem is a direct representation of him and his power,” Bethany says. “You must appear compliant to his will at all times. If you show even the slightest reluctance of the King’s commands, particularly in front of others, including his honored guests, then you embarrass the King himself.” “What happens when someone embarrasses the King?” At this point, I’m almost afraid to ask. Bethany’s face tightens into a grimace. “They die.”

She had given Racheal enough clues, it was left to her to figure out the rest. Racheal suddenly rises to her feet… "I will be keeping an eye on you from now on." Her cold voice whispered, and then she started walking away. "What I do, I do it for the harem; the smaller the obstacles, the merrier." Jazell didn't spare Racheal a gaze. "This harem you speak of, is it a battlefield? Backstabbing, spitefulness, and deceit, Jazell I know royalty is like a game to you, but you have taken things too far." Racheal said after halting in her tracks, she didn't turn around.

“What do you mean? I inquire as she shuts her book. “It is off limits to all harem girls. I have always wanted to go there, but I only got a glimpse of it when Alpha Caelen was going in. and my God, it is really majestic; the books in there are known to be centuries old. So much literature, biographies of great kings, and much more are in there. But, sadly, we are not allowed in. Only the kings or the members of the royal family are,” she says, stacking up the books she brought and taking them in her hands. Before she leaves, she says, “But believe me, there is nothing you won't find in that library.”

"Together, we shall secure the throne and the future of Hallerus." The grand hall of the royal palace was bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, casting elongated shadows across the marble floors. Queen Helen stood at the head of the chamber, her posture poised and regal. Before her, the assembled nobility of Hallerus murmured among themselves, their faces a mixture of anticipation and apprehension.

Silvia saw a scowl form on Clara’s face, but it quickly changed to a dazzling smile when Keanna raised her head to look at her again. “This time twenty women, including myself, entered the harem. Originally, when a new king ascends the throne, every minister offers his unmarried daughters to the King.” “His majesty has said during his reign he will cease that practice.” Silvia shouted with displeasure. “His majesty has said it, but it has yet to be implemented. Until then we are allowed to enter the harem.” Clara was confident. She held Keanna’s hands in hers with a cheery smile.

I remembered learning that this was a sign of respect for high-ranking officials or royalty—positioning ourselves at the edges of the room, either individually or together. It wasn’t hard to distinguish the full hybrid royalty from their cousins. Their strides and auras were thick and effortless, and their beauty was striking. I obviously couldn’t gawk at them, but a careful glance confirmed it. Thankfully, I was just wall decor until the king arrived—or didn’t, as it seemed he might not show up. The hybrid killer was truly disturbing them, especially the loud woman, who seemed to be the king’s aunt. “Calm down, Aunt Viktoria. I’ve spoken to Landon. He’ll convince him,” a female voice said s

“See you soon, Your Majesty “She sneered and left with the others. “Cathe…. “ “I will be fine”I interrupted Her Highness assuring her. “Maybe it is not bad at least I will be the Queen ''I muttered trying to convince myself. Preparation for the wedding and Coronation is going on. Prince Edward separated me and Reena. He also assigned new maids to me, I know their job is to keep an eye on me. It's not like I care though, I gave up a long time ago. “Milady it time for your fitting ''The Royal seamstress came back for the fourth time this week.

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.