Nerd Goth Novels & Stories

​The Neutral Zone was a chaotic, beautiful riot of flickering neon and stagnant filth. The heavy, cloying smell of cheap synthetic meat and ionized ozone filled the stagnant air, creating a sharp, sickening contrast to the crisp scent of pine and damp earth we had left behind in the forest. We pushed our way into The Den, a notorious sub-level bar where the bass from the music was loud enough to vibrate the very bones in my chest. The patrons here were mostly ghosts of their former selves, too high on "Glow"—a terrifying new street drug made from distilled, illegally harvested wolf-blood—to even care who walked through the heavy iron door.

I’m grateful dance has given my thighs strong muscles and my body endurance. The bar is full of goths as usual, of varying degrees of flamboyance. Most of the kids are dressed casually with Gothic touches—black lipstick here, a spiked dog collar there, black clothing everywhere. Many of the girls are wearing corset tops, real ones with stays. All of it is expensive-looking and elegant. Black nail polish is nearly universal. I’ve never seen a town with such a high goth subculture population.

"So, you never liked me? Not even a little?" "I did, once," I admitted. "But your jokes showed you weren't worth it." Ignoring her and my raving parents, I ordered security to escort the troublemakers out. Predictably, my parents wouldn't let go of their cash cow that easily. They first bombarded me with calls and texts. Then they rounded up some online reporters, blocking the company entrance with phones live-streaming. "World-famous designer Troy Nielsen is an ungrateful son. He hogged $50 million and dumped his parents!"

Dad said and I gave him a faint smile before giving him a hug and my mother a kiss on the cheek. I was about to say something when a faint scent of Jasmine and Vanilla assaulted my nose and I looked around the yard before Gray my wolf was shouting Mate Mate over and over in my head and I frowned as I couldn't find them. I felt my wolf take over and he carried me to a group of teens. I recognized them. They were always around the nerd of the school, Bennett Savage. And talking about him, he was laughing and joking around with his brother Christopher who rolled his eyes but a smile was still present on his lips. "I'm glad that you and Brett made up" Bennett was saying and his voice was soft an

My name is Emma and I'm what they call a nerd. Not only that I have multiple nicknames like fathead, uglyface, the list is endless. Summer is finally over meaning it's back to school well for me more like I'm going to hell, you see I've always been bullied. It started of being an emotional thing but then they started bullying me physically, shoved me against the lockers, some girls actually slap me but I don't do anything I just walk away.

He growled at her and she returned it with a sneer. He began to throb his paws towards her while she growled, not ready to accept defeat. "I'm Sage, nice to meet you." He greeted through the mind-linking.

she really snores bad. I can vividly remember the first time we shared a bed ,not even burying my head deep under the pillows could stop her monstorous snore from terrorising me. They are just like gamma particles ,able to penetrate every thing. "Part of the reasons ." I smlie softly at him ,plugging my headset to my phone. Scrolling through my playlist,I play one of my favourite music. The box ,by Roddyrich. People often say I have a weird taste in music.

She had to remain Hae Jae-Woo and fix this. So, she clenched her fist and marched after the nerdy one. The boy ahead of her glided down the cool halls making no sound as his shoes touched the hard floor. His steps were like that of a ghost, soundless and he radiated a mature air that did not fit his childish and nerdish appearance. Which one is he? Why hadn't she paid attention to her brother when he spoke of Nightide? The only other thing she could remember besides the band name was their names, but she could not remember whose name belonged to whom.

No one sees him move, but with a flick of his wrist, the representative of the Blackthorn family is thrown several meters into the air, slamming into the wall, and the scythe embeds itself in the wall, just above him as though to say, you could have lost your neck just now. I gulp, goosebumps rising on my skin. Why is he standing up for me? More importantly, what could he want from me? "Does anyone else have an objection?" He asks casually. Alpha Xander steps back, his eyes wary. "What the hell are you?" The stranger grins, the angle of the sunset lighting a part of his face, making his grin look sinister. "I go by many names. But you can call me Ragnar Thorne." Alpha Xander stiffens, his fa

I am confused with why he could be persuaded over to that side. Natalie hasn't returned yet, and I feel as though the group is falling apart. Nothing has been majorly successful and everything that we have planned hasn't ended well. Darkness is beginning to fall and Nick has reawakened. It's as though the darkness is floating around him like a cloud, slowly devouring him and leaving an evil shell in its place. He seems to be staring at Aaron and me and its concerning. Blue, or what every Natalie has named him tied him up before we got to the house that Natalie wanted us at. I don't know why we are here, but I trust Natalie. She hasn't let us down yet and she is even self-sacrificing. She doe