Agony Fnaf Novels & Stories

: “Sure. I would love to see that.” After the mysterious black-like monster finished that statement in a deadpan voice, the monster had started to walk over to where Naraja was: Swiftly and maliciously. Naraja knew what was to come next. It was death. The cold harsh reality every human being tries to run away from in the moment. Naraja didn’t care anymore, whether it be the mysterious black goop to swallow him first or this ‘thing’ to kill him first. Naraja didn’t care about the pain or being out of breath anymore. He didn’t care about the fact that his left-leg got bitten off. Naraja just didn’t care about being alive anymore. He just wanted for this pain and nightmare to end already..

Christian Agony is white, and suffering is red, a haze of red, and life is just a swarm of black mist clouding my vision. My only lucid thought now-- Trapped. My only feeling-- Too many feelings: panic, hatred, confusion, anger, regret… A spear of light stabs down into my skull as the lid of this tomb is once again shoved aside with a grating of stone. The most lovely pair of guarded and seemingly depthless, darkest eyes hold my fracturing stare--

“As long as you don't belong to someone else, I'm going after you, Adelia!” Aiyana raised her eyes roundly. “WHAT?!” “Jeez, still calling me Adelia! Go... go away!” shooed Aiyana as she pushed Afgan's body out of the main door. Afgan was speechless as the door closed with a loud bang from inside the house. Bam! Afgan exhaled in exasperation while Aiyana leaned against the door. Tears flowed freely from her eyes. “This is all too cruel, Afgan! I can still feel the pain in my body!” Aiyana hugged herself and began to feel the flame that had made her suffer for almost a year.

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

The family alliance horror, deep grief, rage, new soul pain, deep, faint new big. Nyx sobbed, holding me tight, mother and mate, scared, deep soul, faint new big. "Thorne dad save pups faint new big… soul taken… pain… love… feed… monster faint new big!" I held my mate, tears, rage, grief, proud father, deep soul, faint new big.

“Lexy,” the voice whispered as a hand punched through my stomach. “You should have joined me.” So that’s it huh? This is how I die, a stake through my stomach and I don’t even get to see who did it? “Wake up! Lexy, wake up!” someone yelled at me. I shot upright in my seat, sweat streaming down my forehead. Next to me stood my girlfriend, Janea. She was tall with curly, jet-black hair, and smooth hazelnut colored skin.