Cursed Object Phasmophobia Novels & Stories

It led to it through a staircase in the middle of it, and after walking through the ruinous and dusty stairs, Chaos noticed that the room they reached seemed to be one where there were a lot of… strange objects. The room was completely dark but Belphegor's fire, which was unable to burn anything as long as he willed it because it was generated by the power of his soul and phantom as an Undead, dimly illuminated the room. The assistant Will-o-Wisps quickly rushed here as well, flying over the ceiling and the objects, illuminating things a bit. Similar to Belphegor, their fire was Phantom Fire, and it didn't burn anything as long as they desired.

I parted my lips, forcing the words out, anchoring myself in the bond. “You are…my pack member.” The connection sparked to life between us, and we broke apart, running past each other without pause. But the curse was relentless, sliding after me like a shadow, pressing, reminding, suffocating. “I can’t even keep count anymore,” Phina snapped, her voice sharp with frustration. “These hallucinations are messing everything up.”

Third Person's POV At that moment, Pheisar moved. His eyes looked crazed, like a beast on the verge of a total breakdown. His pheromones spiraled completely out of control; the scent of cedar turned razor-sharp, cutting through the room like a blade. He let out a visceral roar at the two figures on the bed. "Who gave you permission to touch her?! You animal, I'll tear you apart!" He swung, his fist slamming into Jeffrey's face with a sickening crack.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

“Come and join me.” Patry let go of Phoenix’ hand. She moved towards the goddess but as she did so the dim light from the lamps in the wall cast their brightness on the base of the throne and she stopped short. At the base of the throne a huge beast was curled up under the legs of the seat, it was pale, it’s eyes were closed. The paler belly of the beast was resting on the cold metal floor. Phoenix stood back, apprehensive of the animal. “What is the problem?” Goyre asked.

Mental cases like mine are called hemophobia. In other words, I'm afraid of the color red, or I have a phobia of blood. When I was sixteen years old, I witnessed my parents divorce and I also witnessed my mother commit suicide. I was just a high school student at the time, and we had just finished our class when I went home. When I opened the door, it was very dark in the living room, in the kitchen and everywhere I looked. I see nothing but darkness. I walk slowly while resting my hand on the wall and repeatedly call my parents. Until I opened the door of a room, and then I turned on the light switch, there I found my mother lying on the floor as she bathed in her own blood. Since then, the

"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."

She whimpered in dismay struggling to get her hand out of his grip. "Leave my hand, you imbecile!" Finally, after her extreme struggles, he freed her letting her pull her hand back to her chest in fear. Sebastian's gun fell on the ground in all her struggles. She looked up at him only to find his head dipped down taking rapid breaths, she staggered back watching him pulling his head up. His hawk eyes filled with obsession and madness met her scared ones. For the first time in the past months, Bella showed him the fear she felt. He's sick and she has witnessed his sickness already.

Oh god, I wish I could ram her from behind. My body went on heat, and I was sure there was no way to stop my desire to touch her, even if she said no. However, a tall and large man came inside the kitchen. It was Hogan. “Ack…” Again. I felt this intense fear from him as if someone was scratching my stomach from the inside. It is an intimidating feeling I didn’t feel towards Philip. Why is that? Was it because of his curse? Right! It is his curse! I am not scared because he looks strong and undefeated. This is the side-effect of his curse!

Or was she just very far from it? She crawled slowly towards the open coffin and when she was almost close enough, she peeped into it and saw a- No, that was- No, no. She peeped again for a little bit longer to be sure of what she had seen earlier, and indeed it was what she had seen! What the-?! What is this... thing? An animal? A weird creature? A mutant? An animal mutated creature?! Black fog like the miasma following her earlier was coming out of its body and circulating it. It was like a dead human with the strangest appearance.