Fantasy Nerds Novels & Stories

I said through a nervous chuckle at her comment, "I don't even know how to explain it, Ma. I was told by a friend that I met on the bus that I should try and avoid them altogether, they own the school or something." "They must be the children of the local Pack's Alpha or something," She said through a sigh, "I had heard a couple of rumors of them but I was hoping we'd be able to avoid them altogether. Nate told me a bit about them, The Crimson Wolves, they're one of the most feared wolf packs around."

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

And she deserves to have friends here at school, and she deserves to live a peaceful school life. Sh*t, I'm feeling so out of the world. It's like I don't want to wake up every morning. I don't want to hang out with the girls. I just wanted to f*cking die. I am so f*cked up. What's with that nerd that I can't get her off my mind and my heart? When we're still in elementary school, I was really obsessed with her. Damn, I even begged my mom if I could bring her home. But Mom said no, for she will be mad at me and her parents will also be mad at me.

I took a glass and suggested a toast, everyone raised their glasses. "Cheers!" We all said. I might not have Alexis but this is all i need. ** That's it! The final end of The Beautiful Nerd! I really hope you enjoyed the story of Alexis and Kyle! Thank you for reading through the plot holes and terrible grammar. There's a book two titled: The Wedding Planner, available on my profile! Thank you once again!

“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.

How could she think about him when only moments before she was thinking about the hated Dave and how much she feared him? She flipped her laptop open again and decided she’d continue with her children’s books, the Sacred Sword series, urban fantasy stories about a brother and sister who found themselves in the Himmapan world where the heaven and earth were at war, gods and demons fought for power, and amongst them were creatures like the naga, garuda, and hanuman who aided the two children in their journey to save this world.

With the ancient text spread out before her, Seraphina began the delicate process of casting a spell, one that would grant her a fleeting glimpse of what lay ahead. As she whispered the Hebrew phrases, her voice infused with magic, the room seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly aura. Seraphina's eyes, usually a deep shade of brown, began to glint with a silvery light as the spell took hold. It was a risky endeavor, for peering into the future often came with a price. It was a realm where uncertainty danced with possibilities, and not all visions were clear or welcome.

“What?” “Nightmares.” Dominic said. He could hear the unease in Paul’s voice as he said this one word. The initial thought: black horse, red eyes, fire-breathing. That’s just one of many versions. These monsters were gatekeepers of a sort. Meant to keep shifters in their place. Not just shifters, vampires, druids, and other creatures. Nightmares are more of a catch-all name for a creature used to hunt the slave species who rebelled against their Fae overlords. The slave species trapped their Fae overlords in their home realm or dimension. It depends on the story and generation you read how it’s defined. Mages are finding magic and science-based documents now on what happened. They aim to rea

The Fairy’s Dragon Guardian Chapter 50: Gone and Dead Third Person’s POV The group of people looked up at the seven people walking around them who seemed to be checking their conditions. They speak the same language as them, but they don’t understand what they were talking about. What is this about devils conquering the world? What is this about dragons, fairies and phoenixes? Weren’t they all part of a dreamy fantasy? As if that wasn’t enough, they also talked about werewolves and mermaids. They couldn’t help but think that these group of people, who call themselves ‘immortals’, are shooting a fantasy movie with almost realistic special effects.

Liam trailed off suggestively, implying unsavory escapades. "Totally," Cindy chimed in, her tone as phony as her lashes. "We're old pals. If you're struggling, speak up. With your background—no college, no sharp clothes—you might bomb interviews. Want me to take you shopping? I can spot you cash. You were a whiz kid. It's a shame seeing you like this." Shannon stayed silent, her nails digging into her wine stem. Her intense gaze bore into me like lasers. Her boyfriend, Zach Fuller, leaned forward with condescending pity and open disdain.