Fantasy Nerds Novels & Stories

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"I haven't read of him in your history." Marcus owned the only known text of beastkind and vampire lore in North America. He brought the heavy volumes with him when he left Europe. Amy was fascinated by the history that humans would find dark but fanciful, similar to Grimm's Fairy Tales. Much of the text was handwritten, which Amy spent hours deciphering. Her journalistic background needed an outlet and the books provided her with the tools to try to understand who and what she really was.

“I do love surprises.” Erin felt a shiver run down her spine and the eerie sound of the enemy’s voice. Everyone immediately became alert, ready to faceoff with Nikjin’s beasts when they finally showed up. “I love to make grand entrances,” Nikjin continued. “And I hate to be predictable.” “Oh, trust me, Uncle. You are predictable,” said Danshak. “Always hiding in the shadows and letting your army of wild beasts do the hard work for you.” Nikjin cackled maniacally in the dark cave. “Is that taunt of yours supposed to make me come running to you to prove you wrong?”

The scent of hunters and rogues neared making my hackles raise. "Prepare yourself for a fight of your lives" Bennett said as we waited, the sound of branches breaking sounded deep in the woods. They think that they have the advantage and have us outnumbered but they are forgetting that they are walking into a death zone. The King and Savage packs were the biggest and most feared packs in the world. I saw Lilith and Morgan Savage stand behind Bennett and he tensed but relaxed seconds later when he realized who they were. My parents and brothers along with Bennett's brothers stood behind us in the inner circle of our barrier.

Even, became friends since they attended the same school. Ellen had recognized him at first glance, since he is popular as the "Hot nerd" among girls in their school, about which only Gracie was unaware of! Partially, because she always focused on her academics and a small circle of friends she had. And also because she barely attended the late night parties of her schoolmates. "And why are you a sex coach? Also at this age?" Was the only question Gracie had asked him, knowing this shouldn't be her business to mind and yet asking out of curiosity.

I said calmly and Nadine shivered. “In that forest we were looking for the grimoire of my dreams,” Nadine said carefully. “I felt the power of the magic notebook, but it was minimal and the location was fuzzy. I don't know if that means anything, but the truth is that none of us were able to use its powers.” At that moment, I saw Aris's eyes widen sharply. “You saw the Fairy Wasteland,” my friend said and Nadine frowned. “That doesn't exist; it's not real,” Nadine replied defensively. “It's just part of a story that—”

His hand rested over my stomach, tracing lazy circles. “I want to keep playing sometimes,” he murmured into my hair. “Keep the edge sharp. Keep the fantasy alive.” I smiled, sated and owned and stupidly happy. “Every anniversary,” I whispered. “And maybe… some random Tuesdays.” He laughed soft, warm, real. Then quieter: “And if we ever decide to add to the family… we’ll tell them the truth when they’re old enough. That their mother and father chose each other against the whole damn world. That the fantasy became real.”

Seras: “I’ve been waiting to punch history in the face.” Lucian spreads his wings; the air bubble grows to fit them. Lucian: “Let’s go remind the past who writes the future.” Rowan opens his grimoire; the pages turn themselves to a blank section titled “How to Forgive a Ghost.” Nerida’s tentacles unfurl into living black holes. Nerida: “Finally. A field trip that involves drowning things.” The Crown pulses once (impatient). I look at my pack (six impossible people who turned the sky itself into an ally).

"No, it's a comparative analysis on supernatural war tactics over the last two centuries. It goes into detail on Flare magic, territorial blood pacts, and..." "Okay, okay," he held up his hand, laughing. "God, you weren’t kidding. That’s actual nerd shit." I lifted the book and held it up like a shield. "You mock, but this could save your life someday." "Mmm. I prefer fists. And bullets." "That explains why you're always injured." "That explains why I'm still alive." "Didn't I say you shouldn't call me a nerd anymore?"

That counts for something, right? My name is Annalise McDermott. And for the record, I am a nerd. A hopeless romantic. A person who believes in love even when it clearly hates me back. This is my playbook, a chronicle of terrible timing, questionable decisions, and the kind of love that shows up when you least expect it, usually right after you've sworn you’re never falling in love again. So here is a little friendly advice: do not follow my advice. At least not until the very end.