Sword Art Online Kirito Harem Novels & Stories

It became louder the closer we got till Hilra pushed the door open and we met with two men jousting in a small open arena that hung weapons on the walls, with just their blades and all smiles. I could not imagine what was funny when the man to my left had the left sleeve of his tunic drenched in blood like he had been severely wounded. “Saliel and Konos, what sort of idiocy is this!?” Hilra almost yelled at the top of her voice but there was no doubt that she was furious. Her stature was now standing completely erect and I believed if it was possible, she would have combusted. The two men scrambled to arrange themselves in appropriate positions and tossed their weapons to the floor. It was a

Beginning of Book 3 Ruled by the Princess: Realm of the Chosen, a Reverse Harem Romance The sound of horses’ hooves beating against packed earth, cheers from the crowded stands, and the jarring clang of wood on metal were all drowned out by the sound of Princess Katrinetta’s heart beating out of her chest as she stared down from the riser. Gripping the wooden barrier that separated her from a fifteen foot fall to the arena floor beneath her, Kit’s knuckles were white, and despite the cool temperatures, a fine line of perspiration beaded her forehead.

We had to succeed. The clash of swords, the cries of the wounded, and the shouts of commands were heard all over the air. In the midst of this chaos, I faced Arit, the formidable warlord of the Rare breeds. She moved with a deadly grace, her every strike precise and powerful. I parried her blows, feeling the weight of each clash, shake through my body.

Kirito shouted. "Why?!" Kirito shouted as he threw the laptop away and it broke into pieces "You want a kid, right?! Marry her to some other man! Someone who is real and alive!" He raised his bangs bare his ears and his crimson marks glew bright on his pale skin "Someone who doesn't have these implants to survive!" "Kirito--"

His shock was obvious, but he remained silent, choosing not to ask about it anymore. "So anger will help me turn?" he asked. "It could, but sex can too, if it's deep and primal." I smiled. This got his attention. He loved sex, especially with me. On Xanthea, all royal females are Sirens and are allowed to have harems of as many men and women as she chooses, This is their norm.

The question was a whisper, torn from her. “That you are the most real thing that has ever happened to me. That your mind terrifies and excites me. That your courage humbles me. That the thought of you returning to this border and me to my castle to choose a... a *broodmare*,” he spat the word, “feels like a sentence to a life of shadows.” He reached out, his hand hovering near her cheek, not touching. “You said love is a weakness. My brother proved it. But watching you, fighting beside you... I think maybe it’s not love that’s weak. It’s the fear of it. The fear is what cripples. The love itself... I think it might be the only thing that makes any of this worth saving.” Tears, bright and sh

He spoke quietly and with a low voice, "To be honest, they are all my women. They had a disagreement with me because of some issues. That was why they acted the way they did. We are all cultivators. It's normal wanting to kill a person when you are mad." He even smiled as he looked at Alora and her sisters after that. The Hexa Swordmaidens were a group of arrogant women who were also very beautiful. It would be a shame if the Saber Saint killed them, so why not spare their lives and tease them once in a while to spice things up? Preston was stunned. He looked at Darryl with admiration and envious, "Master, you are amazing. Not only do you have exceptional swordsmanship, but you are also an e