World's End Harem Novels & Stories

"Carry out my order. Seraphine committed fraud against the Alpha and falsely claimed credit. Her crime is unforgivable. "Effective immediately, strip her of all provisions. Reclaim every asset under my late brother’s name. Send her to the abandoned northern mines. She will spend the rest of her life in the labor camp there. Without my command, she is not to be released even in death." Only then did true fear seize Seraphine. "No! Raelor, you can’t do this to me! I am the former Alpha’s widow! I’m carrying a pup—your pup!"

One wave hit a cluster mid-rape, the brute buried balls-deep in a captive she-wolf; energy surged through them both, her cries turning to moans as she arched, pussy clenching around him in forced climax, while he erupted inside her, body seizing before exploding in gore, coating her in hot seed and entrails. Hundreds fell—limbs torn free, chests caved in, the ground quaking as power pulsed. Torin shielded his eyes, the light blinding, but he felt it in his bones, her essence brushing his skin like a lover's touch, stirring his cock to full hardness. She screamed, voice echoing with celestial fury, the final surge a dome of violet that swept the field clean. Rogues vaporized in bursts of ash

Thank you for staying with them through the dark moments - the murders, the conspiracies, the experiments, the coma - and celebrating with them during the beautiful moments. When I started writing "In His World," I wanted to tell a story about two broken people who found each other in the most unlikely circumstances and chose to build something real together. I wanted to explore what happens when a contract marriage becomes actual love, when desperation becomes hope, when strangers become soulmates. Elena and Adrian's story is about choice. They weren't destined to fall in love - they chose it. Every single day for twenty-three years, they woke up and chose each other. Through danger and pea

SEBASTIAN’S POV I let go of Zaire’s wrist and moved both of my hands up to cup his cheeks. Surprisingly, Zaire didn’t try to fight me anymore. Instead, he started to move his lips, slow and timid like he was scared of something. I slightly tilted his face, desperate to deepen the kiss as far as I could. I wanted to taste every inch of his mouth. After all these years of craving him, I needed at least a sliver of satisfaction before this was over because this was probably the first and last time I’d ever get to kiss him.

Just like what happened to me in my previous life. When I heard of their death, the weight on me was instantly relieved. Those who brought about my tragic end were gone at last. The winter of my life ended, and I was heading toward spring.

"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

"I would presume it would be more like a friends-with-benefits situation." "But?" I pressed, knowing there was more. "You mentioned something about my healing nature last night, didn't you?" "I did," he admitted. "This needs a little more context to make sense." He took a drink of his water before continuing. "I'm sure you understand that those that serve together in the service tend to form a brotherhood. A deeper bond than most individuals would." I nodded in agreement and understanding. "In our fire-team, there were only four of us: Riley, Tristan, Ash and I. We spoke a lot about our pasts, our traumas, our struggles and fears. We also spoke about our dreams and our futures. As well as th

she says, “then I’d hate to see what surrender looks like.” Behind her, the others—eleven of them—spread out like shadows. Their sigils glow faintly in the dark. Not gold like Elara’s false dawn. Not fire like the Godspawn’s veins. Black. Like ink spilled across heaven. The old gods’ mark. “Why are you here?” I rasp, my voice shredding itself raw. She tilts her head. Steps closer. Her boots crunch bone dust. “Because the world’s ending,” she says. And something in the way she says it—

Heath was captivated. Heath stayed spellbound throughout the meeting that night. He listened as each Horseman described in captivating detail how he believed the world would end. Each Horseman had a different opinion about the events which would end the reign of humankind on the planet. Yet, they were all in agreement; Earth had one hundred years left to its existence, at best. Mankind would end. The precious and exalted Mother Earth would start over; without human interference. She would remain.

Kojima said to Keiko. "It's almost true what you said, Kojima, but I'm more sure that the General wants to know about the outside world that he said earlier in the room during our discussion," said Yusuke. "The outside world is the second world Behind the Ice Continent of Antarctica, you mean Yusuke" asked Keiko "That's exactly what you said" said Yusuke Before long, Sergeant Ah Cun was seen walking towards the crowd of demons who were waiting for their king. "Hey look, isn't it Sergeant Ah Cun who is walking toward the creature ?" Asked Keiko