World Harem Mga Nobela at Kwento

“A better way? The Harem has existed since the Goddess first blessed our kind.” “Things change.” Sabrina opened one of the ancient texts. “Even the Goddess adapts. The texts say she believed in preserving life, not causing deaths. Elder so drugging another and having them raped to have the competition killed is purification. Or perhaps war where the main dies? Or the accidents that seem to occur? What I was going to suggest is this: a sperm bank for all the males that enter my Harem and my Main. It gives all males a chance at a pup, reduces mortality, and helps build stronger bloodlines. Isn’t that what it was meant for? In case of death, they will still have a chance for said bloodline to c

The only problem was my mother. How would I stay with someone who has given birth to me and watch her getting fucked by the mate that rejected me? That is too much for me to bear. I finally lay down sinking into the mattress. My body ached in protest as I adjusted to the unfamiliar comfort but exhaustion quickly took over. I closed my eyes and let myself drift. The nightmare came fast and hard. I was back in the harem. Only this time, it wasn’t Eliot’s cruel smirk that loomed over me. It was the triplets. Their stormy grey eyes burned with a hunger I couldn’t escape. It was worse.

The Interworld erupted with light. Gold and silver energy surged from the Celestial Heart, racing across the newborn realm like lightning. The gardens trembled. The cities shook. Star roads cracked beneath the feet of the armies gathering before the Final Gate. Liana stood at the center of it all. Fourteen seals revolved around her. The Origin Ones had stopped moving. Even Orion looked toward the darkness beyond the Final Gate. Something had awakened. Something enormous. Something that did not belong to either universe.

Someone must have seen the accident and stopped on the highway to help us. But that quickly fades away as I hear Heather scream. I look over to see her being pulled roughly out the door on the other side, then I suddenly feel someone yanking on my arm while some sort of cloth is yanked over my head. I start to shift but don’t get the chance to get into my wolf form as I feel a prick in the side of my neck, and the world quickly goes black. *** *Adam*

“We love you.” I closed my eyes, safe and full and completely theirs. The night had been everything I needed and more. A perfect celebration of the four of us together. “And we want more babies from you.” Revenge. Love. All in a month led to this. No one can separate us now since the council had approved the unification system where all the three packs would now be led by my mates and their successors in the coming years. They are really my revenge harem. I love them very much. Bye! AND EVERY GOOD THING COMES TO AN END!!!

I swallowed like they had just told me I once adopted a crocodile. “I allowed my husband’s ex to live in my house? There’s no way I could’ve done something that outrageous. Nope. I don’t believe it.” Hailey clapped. “And there it is. The new Essence. Fierce, possessive, and ready to throw hands. Sky, take notes.” “Oh, please,” Sky said, waving a hand dramatically. “You both know I don’t even like Lucian’s type.”

I mentally read the written scriptures engraved into the walls of the ancient goddesses room, my fingers caressing and tracing every engraved lines tenderly. My name is Aurora and I am the daughter and only child to Queen Melinda and King Remera Aumero and heir to the throne and ruler of the seven swords and seas of Eldrador. The night seemed completely strange, I couldn't sleep. I seemed to have been awakened by something, for a reason. I turned to the side and watched through the window the familiar sight of the mountains peeking over the trees. A mirage distorts the view beyond the window shields, and it’s impossible to tell where the asphalt ends and the ocean begins.

Their reputation preceded them. Lucian and Lorian were the owners of The Witching Hour and were perfectly mismatched; Lucian with his dark, brooding intensity, and Lorian sparkling with an easy charm that seemed to draw light from the neon glow. Despite their contrasting personalities, they shared a palpable energy that felt... different. Unaware of the mystical undercurrent that linked them, they exuded a charisma that demanded attention. They were known womanizers. They always shared one woman and were never seen with the same woman twice. That is exactly what she wanted. No strings, no pressure, no rules…just raw desire.

"No way. According to Beastfolk tradition, we're supposed to be completely loyal to the one who saved us. No matter how they treat us, we're bound to endure it. If we break that ancient rule, we'll face severe punishment. How could he do that to you?" I gave a bitter smile and shook my head. "I don't know either. And what do you mean by 'severe punishment'?" "I'm not sure. I only know it's really, really bad." "I see. Forget it. No point thinking about it now." I pulled Blazewing down with me onto the couch. "The heatwave apocalypse is almost here. Shouldn't we be preparing something?" We thought about it. Air conditioners wouldn't help. Once the apocalypse started, the power and water syste

She is not pack like Finn or Dax, she is not true. My knees buckle. A growl tears out of my chest before I can stop it, low and feral vibrating with threat, gasp ripple through the hall. Someone swears. Someone else says my name sharply, Ronan, maybe but the sound is stretched and it's wavy in my ears. There's a moment where my body stops answering me. Hands curling, claws growing, fangs aching, pressure building behind his eyes. Then , the world is black, as Fenrir wins the fight and gets behind the wheels.