Reclusive Hermit Novels & Stories

My face darkened when the memory of my past life flashed across my mind. "As you know, a lot of girls were running behind me only for my status. They all need my money, they need a reputation in society so that they can afford a wealthy life and they used my name saying I was theirs. But the only fact is I am not theirs. I'm For Her. For her only." I shut my eyes for a while. "She made me alive when I thought I was dead for the world. She brought a new life inside me. Did you know what I did when I was told I lost my memory?" Truth to be told it was not pleasant to reminisce at all.

I asked, looking around the restaurant. It was a small restaurant where we could spend some time here on the beach before coming here. “To refresh your mind.” He said, “Sometimes you need it —to feel good after working for hours. I come here every time I feel exhausted. The sea breeze and the waves calm my mind.” “Now you're talking like a philosopher.” I chuckled. He chuckled back, “Do I sound like that?” “Yes,” I said, laughing like a maniac out of nowhere. “I never knew that you could be funny too.”

The journey took us into the foothills, past shepherding fields and narrow passes where the wind liked to carve songs into the stones. The hermitage was simple: stone rooms, a small library with functionality over ornament, and scholars who smelled of ink and lavender. The head scholar, Maris, was a woman with a trimmed braid and eyes like the pages of a ledger — careful and observant. She listened to our story without a flicker of surprise, as though the arrival of artifacts and strife was a common aspect of their studies these past decades. “We do not meddle,” she said when we showed her the disk. “But we do protect. We will examine, record, and if possible, render harmless artifacts that

Natasha I ran my fingers along the spines on my favorite shelf on the bookshelf in the corner of my room. This shelf was where all of my romance novels sat waiting to take me to another world where I could explore all of my fantasies that I was too embarrassed to verbalize. I picked up a newer book, that I had bought, up on a whim. It’s synopsis boasted of a reverse harem shifter theme that had intrigued me from the jump. I put it in my bag to read by the fountain in the middle of town later that day.

If it is as powerful as Belphegor said it was, why was it hiding inside the shipwreck like a hermit? That’s it! Like a hermit. A hermit hides in a shell because the body inside is soft. That must be its weakness. That must be where it’s core is! But how can I get close to it? If I were on land, maybe I could use my shadow—wait. That’s right. My shadow weaving skills! I was so distracted by the change in my environment that I completely forgot that I have such a versatile skill at my disposal. ‘Mammon, can you dim down your glow?’ The ink in the water where I am is gradually subsiding, enough for me to open my eyes a little. The wounds and scratches on my back have completely healed, allowing

"Anna, you don't look so good. Want some candy?" The class belle smiled sweetly as she held out a bag of fruit candies. In my previous life, I ate one. That very night, every penny in my bank account vanished—including the money I'd saved to pay for Grandpa's lifesaving surgery. Desperate to afford his treatment, I gave up my acceptance to Oxvale University and worked myself to the bone day and night, but before I could save enough, he died. And eventually, so did I, alone and exhausted in my tiny rented room. Only after I died did I learn the truth. The class belle had bonded with a transfer system. As long as I ate something she gave me, whatever money was in my bank account would a

Eliza also insisted on divorcing him. Later on, an infectious disease broke out among the children in the village. Eliza became so busy that she didn't even have the time to come and look for me. We were like strangers who were once barely acquainted. However, when she was thoroughly exhausted, she would come to my room in the middle of the night and fall asleep at the door. It was as if she wanted to seek a little solace. All I could do was pretend I didn't know this was happening. Due to the inadequacies of the medical facilities in the village, it took three months before the disease was finally eradicated.

He was, however, openly delighted about the prospect of seeing Gwendoline again. She awaited us at a small cabin in the woods. It belonged to an ancient looking hermit, who was later identified to me as a magus named Nikodem. Because he was a human who walked on the edge of the supernatural world, he made it a point of staying out of the radar of the New World Order.

When we got closer i could already see the smiling lips of the hermit sitting on the cut that branch of the tree. He seemed to be expecting us to come today. Luhan stopped us with a sigh as we came in front of him. "Welcome back, my favorite dear princess. And to you too who is her best friend. I have received a letter now that the return you in the world of those who are not human." Luhan nodded at him and i remained silent observing the hermit. I have long been fascinated by him. When we were just entering the world of humans, he also told me that i was his favorite princess. But i’m sure only now we met because just now i also went out into the tunnel he was guarding.

Whenever she sang, sea creatures would flock to her like devoted fans. Herald, the hermit crab, blushed as he heard Amelia say his name so graciously. He couldn't help but think that none of his hermit girlfriends had ever called his name with such charm. "It's an honor to meet you, Princess Amelia. I'm here to assist you while you're on land. After all, hermits are the spies of the land. I can gather any information you might need for your task," Herald introduced himself, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.