Cursed Fnaf Novels & Stories

Simon pleaded. Jade took in a deep breath and exhaled. "Alpha Tristan has been cursed to never find love because of the sins of his father and so he was hated by his pack members. In order to break his curse, he is given a mission by the moon goddess, the one who had placed the curse on him,"

I was born Alsie Neferet and for 24 ½ years I was under the impression that I was a human-werewolf hybrid and that was why I didn’t get my wolf or find my fated mate at the age of 18. None of that was true. My mom wasn’t a human. She was a direct descendant of Nut, and she carried my dormant wolf, Rana. My mom couldn’t shift. Once my mom became pregnant with me, the 100th generation of Nut, Rana awakened. Nut is the ancient Egyptian goddess of the sky, stars, cosmos, and universe. Nut is considered the Protector of the Dead and is one of the oldest deities of the Egyptian pantheon. Nut represents the night sky and is a protector of Earth. Rana is Nut’s wolf, and the 100-generation curse w

She was gonna go after all of them even their families and pull out their ball sockets from each of them. She died with that hatred and disgust in her chest, and as life could have it, when she died and cross over to the path she was sent back saying it was not yet her time and besides she was cursed. All those words were like a joke to her but funny was that she woke up in that same nobody of hers. She was confused at first and was also afraid. She met people crossing over in that paths at Afterlife but it was rather not for her, and also that man in white told her that it was not yet her time and she was cursed, what does that mean? The thought came pouring down her head.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

“Hey, y’all..” Fannie Mae P.O.V. Mother Selene Ishtar recently talked to me and my wolf, Asha. She told us that the time was close for us to be in power again. This is great news! Because a curse was put upon our family a long time ago. The Curse was put in place because of our Alpha’s abuse of power.

"On the day of Ryan's birth, Rakani was looking for an innocent and mindless body to possess because he thought that possessing a body like that would free him but what he didn't know was that, the curse he is under cannot be broken even if he possesses a body," "The curse is only placed on the innocent child and he will be bound to that child for the rest of the child's life. Since Rakani is an angry spirit, his anger will automatically be in his host and that is why Ryan tends to get angry at the most unreasonable things and to make matters worse, Rakani's curse has only worsen ever since the day that he tried to escape and that is why Ryan completely transforms during the blood moon festi

The idea that a sacred object could be so desecrated was beyond his wildest imagination. "This is the origin of all this chaos?" Rafe asked, looking for confirmation. "Yes," I affirmed, pausing to collect my thoughts. "With each reincarnation, the curses persist, haunting relentlessly." Rafe, connecting the dots, expressed a personal fear. "Does this mean that if I fail to fight the curse, I will share the fate of those tormented souls?" I nodded solemnly. The curse, born of the desecration of the Grimoire, bred an insidious obsession that lasted beyond death.

'Alternative to quench the thirst of a blood sucking soul. She was checking the werewolf black site that had all things and all answers even about curses and their reversals. The third one cut deep into my soul and I read no further.

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

His words were contained with conviction, and I believed him "I'm a cursed wolf, my power is like a double-edged sword so extreme and powerful, yet wildly unpredictable. I can't control when I shifts, I always loose control and unleashing havoc on those around me. The memories of my past victims haunt me, every I closed my eyes,Every full moon, I'm consumed by a fury and always leave behind atrail of bloodshed." I said to him.