Ghoul King's Harem



Alexander and the girls spent a long night together before the first light of morning began to peak through the makeshift blinds of the abandoned hotel.

Below his Vesta, Amy's vampires and the werewolves spent the evening hunting together; despite being enemies initially, the casualties were low.

Thankfully, all three races are extremely durable.

However...

Two of the female werewolves were now in their full wolf form... Sadly being ridden by Marie and Althea as punishment for being "bad dogs" and losing to them in a fight.

He walked through the hotel, kicking aside any debris or broken stone. Now, his strength was enough to easily clear the things blocking his way as he approached the balcony south of the hotel, which overlooks the hotel swimming pool and resort portion.

The moment he reached the door, a soft hand grasped his shoulder before tossing him with such power he lost all control.

His body began to spin rapidly in the air before smashing onto the roof more than 2,000 metres away.

Alexander curled his body to avoid damage, but the impact caused most of the stone statues and walls leading to the stairs to crumble into dust, almost falling through the floor himself.

Bang!

He slammed against the wall, bending the steel railings inside to resist earthquake and storm damage while trying to focus his dazed eyes, preparing for her follow-up attack, rushing to his feet and raising his right arm just in time.

Thud!

Brunhild's body twisted in the air to kick the left side of his head before colliding with his muscular arm sending him sliding across the dirt.

"Oh?" 

"My little Alex, you've improved so well~" Her delighted husky voice sounded before her figure vanished.

She wasn't a normal woman, but Alexander knew that her affection and love for him were beyond a sane person.

His body tightened up, throwing a powerful right hook towards the space before his eyes; the next moment.

She appeared shocked before lifting her arms to block his fist, causing her to step back.

Thud!

"I never imagined that the three monster princesses would all be dominated by your cock!"

Before he could adjust, her hand grasped his crotch with just enough power to be pleasant and painful before her lips pressed against his ear.

"Hahaha, so fun~ teasing their stupid mother's about how amazing my cute son is will be great!"

Bang!

Letting go of his crotch, she took distance while trying to punch him in the face, his head tilting to the side as the wall behind him crumbled completely.

Even the steel seemed to warp from the damage.

"Don't worry; I'll fight you with Stage 4 Strength~ fufu!"

Brunhild stopped fixing her attire momentarily—the black dress twisted and let her tanned breasts slip out after the first attack. She seemed to remember something amusing and pointed to Alexander, who was now transforming into his ghoul form.

He and his mother always fought like this for over 12 years since he said he wanted to become stronger after meeting Sarah.

At first, she would fight him like a child, then slowly, her power, speed and combos would become more complex, always one level of power ahead of him, never letting him feel overconfident or arrogant.

'I'm glad you haven't changed. Show me, Mother, your true strength and the things you've hidden all these years!'

"My cute boy, you want to beat that Vamoran, right? Too hold her down and avoid being eaten...."

"Or do you want Mommy to beat her skanky face and make her prostrate herself naked while you do your thing?"

When they fought, it was never because she wanted to hurt him; he could remember all the times she accidentally cut him or caused a bruise—she spent the entire evening massaging it better, collecting various tubes of cream to paste to make it better.

That's why Alexander grew to enjoy it...

Fighting people one level above him, two levels above him.

He knew he would lose, maybe eventually getting crushed after a good start. Yet without the desire to fight and surpass them, he would have remained that mediocre boy with no talent 12 years ago.

Forget Sarah, even Amy! 

Back then, before his mother's help, was a little bitch without courage or backbone and would have died in the first moments of the apocalypse!

"Mother, I am coming!" 

"Oh my~ in my mouth? Cleavage? Ah--"

Bang!

His fist collided with her elbow, but the blast's shockwave caused all the stones and debris around their bodies to crumble and the roof's floor to shake, almost caving in.

"I'll do inside you if you beat me!" He said with a distorted voice and threw several blades of blood at her body.

Woosh!

Ka-Ka-Ka-ka!

Her right hand parried each blade with her long silver spear, the glowing tip shimmering with enough holy power to cause Alexander's skin to crawl.

"Oh~ho-ho-ho, my cute little Alex~"

"If you can beat that Vamoran dog, I'll let you taste the pleasure of a Valkyrie's snatch."

"Now it's time to train you further... There is no time!"

Brunhild's body vanished before wings flapping filled Alexander's ears. The next moment, he was being carried over the sky, his mother's hand holding him with an iron claw on his face dragging him through the sky.

'Mother! Damn... so rough...'

"I'm taking you to a special place; take out your sword, don't let down your guard. I will not protect you until the moment you will die."

"!?!?"

His mother's voice was serious; their bodies were like a supersonic jet through the skies; all the clouds were dissipated by their bodies that passed over countless thousands, millions of zombies and broken cities, towns and villages.

Woosh!

Her wings must have been flapping at full speed for over an hour—the speed and sense of dizziness in Alexander's head caused him to feel confused.

All he knew was it was cold... windy, and they were facing a huge horde of undead... Yet they were all frozen and unmoving...

'Where is this!?'

Suddenly his mother tossed him down into the deep snow, his body still feeling a slight impact from the huge fall, and the sound of his blow also caused the countless zombies and mutants to turn towards his direction.

"Mother!?" Alex shouted after climbing to his feet, the feeling of jelly slowly fading from his limbs.

At the same time, he removed Eien from his item ring, now with only the souls of Katrin and Venri inside, yet it felt as powerful and spirited as ever.

'I can feel them both... Stoic yet passionate Katrin... Lovely and shy Venri...'

Up in the sky, his mother hovered her body, watching the sword with a bitter smirk, slowly swaying her wings as she watched the zombies awaken because they could sense their first live meal in a long time.

Brunhild's eyes began to glow golden when looking at the sword, a smile growing on her lips, she began to speak, but the words were too quiet because of the intense blizzard and winds blocking them.

"Such a curious little sword... Not only is it filled with obsessive love... but a spirit no two spirits of women that adore you..."

"You are him..."

Alexander shook his head and identified the enemies only to find they were all Stage 4—this made no sense to him! 

All the zombies in his city were barely Stage 1 with a few Stage 2, yet in the northern snow where there were even birds didn't shit there were more than 10,000 Stage 4 and up zombies and mutants just idle!?

'I thought I was taking things seriously... Yet still, there were things I needed to consider.'

'Even Kayne told me that the world wasn't advancing at the same pace...'

"Haa...."

"There is only one task then!"

"Crush them and become the strongest!"

A brilliant red light danced around his body, the liquid-like armour forming to cover his chest, legs and thighs while forming a soft, fluid blood barrier along his arms.

'The more I use this technique... The more it feels like it was created and born for me, for my use alone!' 

His eyes turned red as his transformation was finished.

Alexander's mouth became wide and gruesome, filled with sharp teeth, focused eyes and claws, with his muscles focused on speed and endurance to survive the battle ahead. 

"That's it, Alexander..." Brunhilde's voice almost seemed gentle, like talking to a crush.

She hovered slowly while the zombies began to rush towards him, yet the man she had watched, protected and loved for over 20 years didn't shy away.

He held his sword tightly, forming countless lances around his body and began to rush towards them without fear.

However, she lied to him...

If he were to take any major damage, Brunhild planned to smite the monsters so they would never reincarnate as she held her spear tightly, crackling with holy light.

The moment Alexander fired the dozen blood lances, she could not help but bit her bottom lip and hope he could become stronger...

Even if only a little before the second wave happened globally.

"Once the veil opens... That crazy bitch... She will be able to find you... and from there, scenes like now will be your daily life... My cute Alexander..."

Oblivious to this, Alexander dove into the battle, his blade tearing apart the flesh of the stage 4 fodder, his teeth biting their flesh to boost himself in both power and speed, letting their blows collide with his armour to achieve a full counter.

Bang!

His fist smashed the face of a huge strength-type mutant causing its eye to pop and the entire bone structure to collapse from a single leaping Superman punch.

"Haa..."

Woosh!

A thin-bladed arm slashed across his throat the moment he landed, leaving a thin bloody line.

"Well. I almost lost my fucking head..."