Fantasy Nerd Novels & Stories

Martin's hobby is reading light novels about martial arts and sorcery spells to enjoy his pastime. "I like this novel a lot. It is light and has no heavy twists and plots. Just enough for my taste. And those wizard spells, magic circles, and talismans are so cool." He has few hobbies, so reading became his consistent number one hobby. While rubbing his seemingly ordinary necklace with a pendant of a typical blackbird, a family heirloom, he has a great time imagining himself as a martial artist riding a sword and flying across the vast horizon or casting an almighty spell capable of blocking out the sky, overturning the mountains, and drying up oceans down to their beds.

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

Because he just kept staring at her while she was telling the story. "Yeah? Because what---?" Andrew in a suspicious tone. Lana shrugged then decided to tell Andrew the truth. Because in fact, despite everything that had happened, she knew that the young man had long known all her weaknesses. "I've been busy, you know, being your fangirl," she admitted, followed by a weak laugh. Obviously, Andrew liked what she said because his handsome face quickly lit up. "As in, a super fan?" "Can I still be called a super fan even if I can't watch your movies because I don't have money?" she replied following what she said with a weak laugh. "Actually Mama is the real reason how I found out about you. Sh

“Solana, Illac, and Foire have been notified of your little detour in humanity's border. Didn’t I tell you to stop it already?” said Nerissa. She is Solana’s little necromancer, usually, werewolves never trust a necromancer, they can be as a trickster as a fox or as sly as a vampire.

Nyx pov Elderon forest God of the fairy realms, I chuckle free of the bonds the evil spiteful enchantress Nimue had put on me. Thankfully I had wed the two fairy courts days before my time expired, escaping my demise. I stretched, free at last. My name is Nyx Elderon and I'm a very powerful enchanter, half-seelie elf, and unseelie fairy necromancer, I'm the best there is. Unfortunately, I was born an extremely attractive man, and let me tell you it's a fucking curse. Having women fawn over you constantly is a pain in the ass, it was a kind of blessing having to wear a deer skull to hide my identity for so many years. Some century it would be nice to find a woman that loved me for who I was i

She said as she took the book from me, "You always had a knack for Greek Mythology." "My favorite story from that book is still the story of Cupid and Psyche. It shows just how important trust is when it comes to matters of the heart," I said before putting the book back on the shelf. "How did you get to be more smart than I was at your age? I don't know if I should be proud or jealous that you're my son." "A little bit of both, always in moderation though," I said before sitting down at my desk, "She acknowledged my gift of sarcasm earlier, she said 'The sarcasm is strong with this one'."

But today he was here reading Infernal Devices with me, although he was getting upset every minute because of the fantasy content of the book. “Ugh, wizards and vampires? That doesn’t even exist, this book must be for children, that’s all,” he said, which made me laugh at his reaction. "What'll I do? I have this fantasy spirit inside me,” I respond. He snorted and commented, “Women,” but it wasn't like he wasn't having fun too.

"What do you mean by that?" "Be calm, I'll let you know better," he said and stood up. He paced to a shelf filled with books and after searching for over a minute, he returned to Sage with a book. He dropped it on the table and beckoned for him to check it out. Sage didn't hesitate to open the book and began to scroll through it. "A mystic world where the unknown Seer is?" he questioned reading from the book. "To meet with him, a spell will be cast on me to fall into a misery nightmare?" he asked again with a confused look.

Her hand in Ethan’s. Captioned: “The Nerd & The Hockey King… exposed.” And underneath Hundreds of comments are already pouring in.

She scoffs, but her breathing is faster now. “Maybe.” I shrug. “But you don't seem to really mind.” Her eyes narrow. “I'm processing the fact that my asshole neighbor is apparently a creep who sneaks into girls’ rooms.” “Only the ones who read books about guys finger-fucking them until they beg.” She sucks in a breath. Her grip on the book tightens so hard her knuckles go white. “Shut up.” I lean in. “Make me.”