Welcome to The Harem Project. Unfortunately, this is a work of fiction. This world isn’t real. Yes, I’m very sad about that.
This is a paranormal romance meets urban fantasy. What’s the difference? The part of the world this story focuses on is that of the paranormal, making it largely a paranormal romance. However, it’s set within the backdrop of our current world where the supernatural live side by side with humans, though they do so in secret, which also makes it an urban fantasy.
In this book, you will find monsters of all kinds. This is a monster story featuring demons filled with dark, carnivorous hunger; sea monsters that are anything but harmless mermaids; aerial monsters that bring about storms of gargantuan proportions; elemental monsters that can manipulate the earth into beasts; storm monsters that are the embodiment of natural disasters; and much, much more.
There are murderous organizations in this story. Those set on exterminating monsters as they see them as abominations. There are moments of torture, extreme fear, immense pain, abduction, and murder. This story specifically takes a look at bonding with new lovers (a lot of them) set on the backdrop of our main female lead feeling self-made guilt over the murder of her sister by the Division of Silence.
Please note that this story is told equally from the female lead, Hadley, and a male lead, Bronte. That means this story is going to be equally mm and mf/mfm/mmf/etc. This is not strictly Hadley’s story but a story of family growth, bonding, and love. As well as loss, grief, pain, and fear.
This series has a lot of characters to try and keep track of. For your convenience, family unit diagrams can be found on my website.
This is a polyamorous romance, a whychoose reverse harem thatisn’trevolving around a single female who gets all the males’ attention. There are other relationships that are just as important as those between the men and the single female, and all are featured.
If anything that you just read bothers you, it isn’t what you’re interested in, or you find might be triggering, please do not read this book. Otherwise, enjoy Hadley and Bronte’s story of family, friendship, and revenge.
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Bronte
The blindinglight made all the hairs on my body stand on end. It was accompanied by loud sounds of high voltage. Those unmistakableZAPSthat never let up as they hit over and over and over again. The sounds were broken up by explosions, but nothing fell around us. With as hot and bright as the light was, I thought everything was just disintegrated upon contact.
Then it started to clear. I wasn’t sure who was screaming but I had a feeling it was me as I leaned over Koh. Arms circled me, even as I struggled to get closer. To throw myself on him and beg him to breathe. Because he wasn’t. His eyes were open and vacant as he lay perfectly still. Blood soaked his shirt where the knife was buried in his chest. He was all watery and inconsistent, but I think that was just my tears.
“Stop, Bronte,” Saar growled in my ear as I tried to thrash from his arms. His grip became a bear hug, somehow stilling me as I made the most pathetic sounds I’ve ever heard. I didn’t look away from Koh. I couldn’t.
“Someone call Hadrian,” Saar barked. “Get them here immediately. See if we can get the Nashs and Aves to hunt the mountain and the air. I need someone alive.”
My shaking was so bad that I thought Saar was likely holding me up more than preventing me from falling on Koh. He murmured in my ear but I didn’t hear his words this time. I didn’t hear anything besides thewhooshin my ears as I stared at Koh.
Kohara was dead. My husband.
I was shuffled from Saar’s hold to Aratiri and Notus’s. They squished me between them and I knew I wasn’t the only one trembling. And though my sobbing might be the loudest, I wasn’t alone there either.
Minutes felt like they were extended. The air was still heavy with the fury of a dozen storms. Clouds hung low in the sky, rumbling with angry thunder. The mountain shook; the air whipped around us, biting our skin.
“Jesus fuck,” Hadrian said as he strode into our broken family. We were huddled close together, hanging onto each other in little groups. Hadrian took a look around before spotting Koh on the ground. He swore again.
A second later, as if from thin air, Cobalt and Lazarus walked into our camp, followed by the rest of the Malak family. Neither of the Nephilims touched Kohara for a minute as they stared at him. I watched as they exchanged looks before glancing at Hadrian.
“How long?” Lazarus asked.
“Less than five minutes,” Saar answered. I glanced his way, trying to figure out if that was true. Had it really only been five minutes? It felt as though it’d been a year waiting here. Watching the body of our husband.
Raiden heaved again before sagging against Saar’s legs. He groaned, closing his eyes for a minute before looking at Kohara. I was sure his red-rimmed eyes were both because he was dry heaving and the situation surrounding us.
Lazarus took a deep breath, wrapping a hand around the handle of the blade still in Kohara’s chest. “Ready?”
“I really wish I knew where Grenade was,” Cobalt muttered, but he nodded. I had no idea what that meant.
“On three,” Lazarus said. “One. Two.” He paused, taking another deep breath. “Three.” Steadily and carefully, he pulled the blade straight out.
I held my breath to keep the bile from surging up as more blood seeped from the wound. It should have gushed but I was thinking there might not be much left. His shirt was sopping.
As soon as the blade had been removed, Laz set it aside and both Nephilim placed their hands flat on Koh’s chest, one each over his gaping wound. Another bright light lit the area and, try as I might to watch through it, it burned my eyes and I had to close them.
It was fucking difficult to not watch. But you cannot look into the holy light of a divine monster for long unless you want to lose your eyesight. I did not. Even with with everything in me demanding I not take my eyes off Koh, I couldn’t force my eyes to stay open.
Their light burned my skin. Which, somehow, I had enough presence of mind to realize how ironic that was. Nephilim heal, but their touch burns like hell’s fire. I swear, after what had to be ten minutes, I thought my skin was going to peel off entirely.
