Cursed Items Phasmophobia Novels & Stories

A Fenrisúlfr. They said he once swallowed a mountain whole because someone insulted his master's tea preferences. That he brought ruin to the Western Empire when a bureaucrat called Nexus "just a soil god." That he once bit the arm off a sun deity and won the lawsuit. And now… this spirit—the wolf, the shadow, the living catastrophe in a handsome meat suit—was supposedly bound as a familiar. To Nexus. Who had gone missing. And now Selena Collins, a woman who didn’t flinch at vending machine ghosts and had the spiritual awareness of a cat who just walked through a séance, was bearing the glowing mark of his succession.

Marcus thought worried . " hhaa hahaha when the trust is breaking , mate bond is changed to hate, it's the time for the curse to overpower.Its the time of change of fate . Let's see what happen next?" came the sinister reply again from his wolf, but he knew this isn't Fire who was speaking it was the curse, again. The evil laugh and the mean word indicated it , without a say . " Didn't it end?" Marcus couldn't help but asked anxiously.As his eyes widen in horror.

“I looked for you; I searched every corner of this earth just to find you; I did everything to have you back but you were cruel and left me for dead; you didn't leave a trail for me to follow.” She shuts her eyes, as if she’s holding her eyes from lashing out, and then opens them. "Please don’t do this, Vances.” I laugh again and suddenly, I lose control of the beast that has been dormant inside of me for so many years. The pheromones around me shift domineering and my eyes lose their green color; in place was a vibrant red and a sinister smirk on my face. “It will be over my dead body to watch you walk out of here with my pups, Ahvi.”

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

I don’t know how to explain what it felt like but it feels as if she is a poison I shouldn’t have. It pisses me off that they red wolves dared to attack me. I step out of my room and slowly watch if any of my father’s intruders are guarding his office. The moment I see that it’s free, I enter and walk towards his safe where he keeps his very prized possession. A cursed weapon that can kill any wolf with one strike, it spreads through the blood like a curse until the wolf has nothing left for it to feast on. If it is used against a werewolf that is cursed, the curse will cancel out.

My body suddenly began to jerk and convulse uncontrollably, rattling the chains as the sound of the Vampire's voice became louder. My eyes went bloodshot, blood flowing down my cheeks. The pressure in my throat finally began to loosen and I released an involuntary gasp. Everything was red and unmoving but even through my hellish subconscious, I could see it. My mouth remained open and through it, I could see my wolf being extracted. The cloaked Vampire continued to chant and he held a medium sized but intricately designed phial which held a dark red matter and whatever was in the bottle seemed to be extracting my wolf, sucking it in.

I spat, refusing to back down. He laughed. "A freak? Perhaps. But I am a freak with the power to destroy everything you have ever known. Look over there, in the corner." He nodded toward the darkest side of the room, near the curtains. I turned my head following his line of sight and immediately I placed my hands over my mouth trying to muffle my screams. At the end of the room were three statues, judging by the impossible detail I knew they weren't just made of stone, these were actual women.

I lowered my hand and looked down at what was discarded; a small sphere. I crouched down and picked it up, taking a closer look, it had strange carvings on it, I could recognize what it was from just a little glance, The phoenix eye. This is not supposed to exist here, in this realm. how the hell did this get here? The shadow realm’s influence has really spread farther than it did in the past and has managed to get their hands on ancient, deadly weapons. What other terrors could they have up their sleeves? My mind suddenly drifted to Amelia, i have been away for two days and the monster have been a bit calm. It was wise of me to take that scarf; her lingering scent has helped me through, tho

“That is what scares me. Because I also want to possess you. And that desire can be just as dangerous as Alaric. I… I cannot be fully trusted, Siron. My rage is still there. My desire for you remains. And Alaric knows it.” The vision began to fade. The forest, the palace, everything dissolved. “My time is almost up. He will return. But now you know. The choice is yours.” “Wait! What should I do?” “Find the royal heirloom. The object Alaric used to bind the curse. Destroy it. Maybe… maybe that can weaken him.” “Where is it?” But Morat was already vanishing. His voice grew faint. “In the place where it all began…” Siron’s consciousness was yanked back violently.