역하렘 Novels & Stories

I take my leave, heading down to the harem to see if Michelle is there. CESAR'S POV I sit down at the end of the table and look at the model of the four kingdoms we'd built. It is like a game of four corners. Here we sit, in my great kingdom of Stauckana (or Barbarian Country as the common folk have a habit of referring to it as) in the very south, protected by a thick forest to the right of our castle, Castle Rock, called the

ODETTE I placed a daisy on Slash's grave and used the back of my hand to dry the wet which had collected beneath my eyes. Jericho had buried him at home in the garden. A massive rock served as a headstone with Slash's name engraved. Each day without Slash felt incomplete. When he died, he left a gaping hole in our hearts. I knew Jericho took it badly. He would wake up in the mornings, forgetting Slash was no longer around, and call out for him. Sometimes I would catch him retrieving Slash's leash to take him out for a walk only to realize he could no longer do that. The look of anguish which hijacked his face each time made the whole situation so much worse. I hated seeing Jericho in so much

“What’s that?” Han pointed to the screen, now displaying a topographical map of a hidden facility beneath Mount Baekdu—a mountain shrouded in legend and security. “It’s where the original ledgers of the Blood Oaths were archived. The raw data biological links, blood signatures. Every name that was marked, cursed, erased, or bound.” Jian stared at the screen. “And whoever controls it… controls the world.” Han nodded. “And only Mr. Kim has the biometric pass to open it.”

"At some point watching stops being survival and starts being complicit." Nora looked at her notepad. Thought about the Student Court table and Level Four access and the particular calibrated ease of the people who had sat around it this afternoon. "The underground levels," she said. "What do you actually know?" "Three sublevels," Priya said. I mean, "The first is storage and archive. The second is unclear. The students who've accessed it haven't kept their memories of it." She paused. "The third is listed in the island's original architectural registration as court holding."

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

Then, like a thief sneaking back to the scene of the crime, I switched my phone on once more. I could not follow the rule about exposing it to the sunlight for three hours. It was pouring outside. The weather was so gloomy, just like the deep sea in my dreams. I tapped into the Echoes from Below application once more, but there was no sound. The waveform interface was gone and replaced by a basic discussion forum. There were not many posts, but every single title made the hair on the back of my neck stand.

Elegant. But then something froze me. Just beneath the surface of the pool’s calm, grey sheen, I saw something. No—someone. A name. Letters carved at the bottom of the pool, barely visible. Sapphire. I stopped dead in my tracks. "Keep walking," Dante’s voice came through, hard and unamused. I ignored him. Of course I did. What else was new? Drawn like a moth to a flame, I walked slowly toward the edge of the pool. My handbag clung to my right arm like armor, and with my left hand, I brushed a strand of hair back, heart pacing now.

Ballaeter must be the place where they could find the Emperor and his officials. Harewyn warned. “It will be a dangerous entry, Sire. We saw a labyrinth from the foot of the mountain going up. I forgot to mention the endless lava flow. We have to carefully survey every corner of the place before we launch an attack.” “We don’t have time. If that’s the case, then we’ll do an aerial attack.” Alva and Harewyn looked at each other. The High Priestess of Aderawiel hesitated to say. “I don’t think that’s a good idea either. There are at least ten thousand aerial armies on patrol.”

She replied as she thought over what her father said. The Nagoka pack is dangerous and she assumed her father hoped for her to ask for a vacation outside, so that he can get her away from here. Serena had wanted to go on a trip for some time now but she knew now was not the time. She was aware her dad, Jeremiah, was concerned about her, after all the outcome of the whole ordeal cannot be predicted and they are werewolf not sears and one thing all were fully cognizant of was, that pack is a force to be reckoned with and they have some powerful connections. There are some rumors of them having a connection to someone very dangerous, someone even they didn’t dare cross. But it went without sayi