Cursed Items Phasmophobia Novels & Stories

Jealousy reared its ugly head and I forced the feeling back. “The young ones don't know. I took a human companion every few decades, and Keren's mother is one of them.” Gently, he untangled me from him and put enough space between us. “There's more, Vi.” He said at my confused look. “There’s a curse. I have had fourteen mates and I have killed every one of them.”

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."

One of the figures dipped a thin, curved obsidian glass dagger into the basin, causing the surface to ripple. My heart pounded. "If you touch me with that—" "You won't be hurt," the figure said coolly. "Unless you are undeserving." The dagger had a dim glimmer. They applied pressure to my palm, allowing the ice to seep into my skin without causing any cuts. The basin's liquid light pulsed once, twice. suddenly exploded with a dazzling brightness. I gave a gasp. Shards of color broke through the darkness. Before my eyes, brief, disorganized images flashed. Under a red moon, wolves howl. Standing on a stone altar was a woman with eyes just like mine. A crown of light. A sea of flames.

"Please, Laia, I am begging you. I can tell him to leave me and choose you instead. I just want my mother back. My father has not visited me here yet, I am so worried. The pack is in danger now, the neighboring pack is planning to attack us and our army was not well because of the curse. You love Kylo, right? Will you be happy if he loses his pack? Will you be happy seeing him grieving for his dead pack members? "I am not like you who can not jump off the cliff for him even if he was doing everything for you." She rebutted, which hit me more than it seemed. "Then undo the curse, I promise to give him to you. Please undo the curse." She stared at me and softly smiled. "I cannot undo the curse

She said, peering into my eyes, and I could see a glint of tears in her eyes. “We will, I can guarantee you that,” I said, glancing at Zahir before I left with Hikari and Morfan. I had left behind my spy butterfly to monitor them. It was all on Venus now. Curses had a weakness — they were parasites. They could either remain stuck to a person or a thing. Zahir had placed individual curses on all escape routes. Those didn’t really care about what the other curses were commanded to do. So even if they saw Venus escape through that window, they would be the least bothered.

I slapped him again, harder this time, and tossed my phone at him without a shred of politeness. "You still have the nerve to ask?" James caught the phone with fumbling hands, his expression shifting from indignation to unease as he noticed the look on my face. He glanced at the phone screen, and I smirked, my voice dripping with mockery. "You're living quite the carefree life, aren't you, James?" "Babe! Listen to me! Let me explain! I have no idea where these photos came from!" James panicked. I crossed my arms, tilting my head slightly. "You don't know? Those photos are trending everywhere now. The company's stock is plummeting. So, tell me, James, what are you going to do about it?"

Her usually fierce gaze was softened by worry, her brow furrowed as she looked up when I approached. “Did the elders say anything more?” I asked softly, careful not to disturb the fragile calm. She nodded, glancing toward the thick woods beyond the camp’s edge. “They think the curse is tied to an artifact—a talisman. Something hidden deep in these forests. It’s said to hold power strong enough to either bind the feud between our packs forever or tear us apart completely.” My heart clenched. A talisman sounded like a legend, a myth to scare children, yet Mara’s serious tone left no room for doubt. The weight of the curse suddenly felt tangible, as if it pulsed in the very air around us.

The audience and the viewers were still confused, so I sighed and explained more clearly. "I ran an experiment. Not everyone turns on me after I say those words. "When I told a stranger in places without cameras or smart devices, nothing happened. "But after that first test, I secretly followed up. The person who'd been kind to me suddenly won a brand new Arclight phone shortly after. "After she got that phone, she immediately developed a hatred for what I did. She despised me." Some comments appeared. [So, was it the phone?] [But wait! Those kids at your son's school don't have phones. How did they turn on you?]

“The guardian of this place. You must have no idea what the Cursed Mirror of the ancient Supreme Pack is. It is a relic that will suck any living creature with a soul once you come too close to it. That was what happened to you.” “So this isn’t a dream? Why did I see my dad earlier?” “What do you expect? This relic is named Cursed Mirror for possessing dark magic. Once you are sucked inside, you will be attacked by illusions until you are consumed by darkness and become a dark soul caged in here.”

"I have what you seek. Charms that reveal the truth, the hidden, the forgotten." Cassie's eyes widened as she took in the array of enchanted items. She reached out, her fingers brushing against a pendant shaped like a crescent moon. It hummed with power, a soft glow emanating from its depths. Beside her, Xavier's gaze was drawn to a silver wolf's head, its eyes like twin moons. Xiemna, meanwhile, found herself drawn to a small, intricately carved wooden figurine of a wolf, its eyes glowing with a soft, ethereal light.