Cursed Fnaf Novels & Stories

Chandra took the center. “Saturday is the fifth thousandth anniversary of their birth. It's a New Moon which means the Moon will be a no-show. That's when the Fatals are the most strengthened and you will be the weakest. Even Ice will not be able to do anything. Where will the power come from? They want you out of the way because they plan to use a cursed object to wreck havoc on the Lycan Kingdom.” A cursed Object? “What Cur-” I caught myself before I could say a thing because that would make me use my third question. I didn't want to even think too much about it. I'll deal with that later.

“Dammit! This is a curse technique of the Bloodshed clan and it’s very vicious! If the curse is not removed, the person who is struck by this curse will not live more than a year!” “A year!” Terror thundered down on Nash the moment he heard Fane’s words. Selena, who stood beside them, was startled at the newly learned information. They did not expect that the bald man’s attack was actually a vicious cursing technique. However, after a moment of silence, Selena said with a bitter smile on her face, “A can do with a year. I’d have long gone to hell if you did now appear in time a moment ago. I should feel content to be able to see you now, and even better to be by your side for another year!”

He turned my body by force and looked at something on my back. “The seal has been released, Burhan,” my grandfather whispered in fear. “The Cursed will soon find this child!” I turned so fast and almost swayed backwards. I was stunned again for a moment, but what Gran had said made me conscious. “What do you mean by the Cursed?” I asked confused. “And what seal do you mean? What is the function of that seal? Where is it on my body?” “Varsan Seal,” Gran answered tense. “You… since when did you talk about vampires with Adrian's son?”

At the hands that had just touched a man who immediately died. "I don't know what happened," I whispered. "I swear I don't know." "Then we'll figure it out together," Soren said. "Starting tomorrow." "Tomorrow?" I asked. "Yes, tomorrow.” Dante said. "Tonight, you sleep alone," "Far away from everyone else." "In case the curse works through proximity," Soren added. "Tomorrow we start testing, and we keep testing until we understand exactly what you are." The way he said 'what you are' instead of 'who you are' made my blood run cold.

Ethan clutched his head in despair, his voice raspy as he said, "It's not like that, Amelia. Please believe me. I've always loved you and Heidi. I never thought something like this would happen. I really—" "Shut up!" I interrupted him, my rage burning, "How dare you say you loved us? If you really loved us, this wouldn't have happened! You're nothing but a hypocrite and a scumbag!" He knelt on the ground, overwhelmed with hurt as he endured my fury. Then, he pleaded, his voice filled with deep remorse and despair. "Amelia, go ahead and hit me, cuss at me. It's all my fault. I'm responsible for Heidi's death..."

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

"You love to be feared, Vergil? You shall be feared by all. You think you need no one? You shall have no one." She stepped closer, her silver boots stopping inches from my trembling hands. "From this night forward, you are cursed," she decreed. "You will not age. You will not die. You will watch your empire crumble into dust, and the centuries will wash your name away until you are nothing but a ghost story. You will possess absolute power, but it will bring you no joy. You shall have beautiful women lusting for you but unable to touch you. you will have sire no heirs because you will never be able to touch a women ever again."

“It’s possible. The flame wolf is part of the curse’s manifestation. If you survived it, there might be… a connection.” I bit my lip, my mind racing. “But I don’t understand. How could that help us?” Norman sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “That’s the problem. We don’t know. The curse is tied to something dark, something that binds him at his very core. If you’re connected to it, it could be a way to break it… or it could just put you in more danger.” “I’m willing to take that risk,” I said, without giving it anymore thoughts. Both Kirito and Norman looked at me, surprise flickering in their eyes.

They spoke of his strength, how he cut through a pack of rogues single-handedly, how even death seemed to follow wherever he went. Elysia listened but said nothing. She didn’t know what he looked like. Only the name. Alaric Varyn. The cursed Alpha. The man whose soldiers had burned her home to ash. The man whose family’s war had ended hers. They said he was cursed, that his touch brought death. That no woman lived to tell of him. But Elysia didn’t care about curses. Curses were her mother’s craft, not hers. What she cared about was vengeance.