Cursed Objects Phasmophobia Novels & Stories

She wanted to scream because of the pain, but she found that she was powerless to ask for help. "The worm that I put on you is called Drunken Death. An hour later, you will fall into an illusion, and everything you hate and fear will appear in the illusion. You will not gain your consciousness until you die in the dream. The effect is a month. If it can't be removed in a month, you will be covered with maggots all over your body and bleed to death with your five apertures opened."

“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.”

With a blink of an eye, he was at the entrance of the den, he entered and walked through the walls covered in cobwebs and flickering candles, casting his reflection across the stale air. Thick red velvet curtains adorn the windows and fluttered with the wind, Pascal stepped forward and stood before four vampires. His gaze was cold as he studied them, and the colours of their eyes changed to a deep scarlet, a sign of impending violence. "A werewolf in our den?" one of them growled in annoyance. Pascal darted at them with a speed faster than sound, low groans and moans escaped their mouths, and they fell making flesh thuds. Pascal moved swiftly, killing all the vampires he saw on his way until

velliam know about curse of God. velliam decided to break the curse and see himself what happen actually he take his sword and somehow he reached cursed forest. it was normal place and not a single person wanted to go their velliam was all alone in forest. it was like normal forest. different kind of birds and animals wonder here and there the more he go inside temperature start decreasing after few minutes later density mana start increasing. this density can hallucination anyone but velliam doesn't feel anything

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

I know what that was, I had seen it before, it looks like the one that Jonathan broke when he rescued Mason. "What are we going to do with this?" I asked her. "So this is a dark object from the Fiji witch Covenant, they are known as the anti-magic coven, this is because they hate everything that has to do with magic so they created a lot of dark objects to prevent the use of magic, This is one of the object they created, when I activate this, no witch will be able to use their magic for atleast an hour, that will give us a window treatments eliminate them first. That will be our task.

As I stood at the precipice of destiny, the ground beneath me trembled and the pulsing light grew more intense, casting ghostly shadows over the assembled figures. Then, in the heart-stopping instant before the inevitable moment of decision, a deafening roar erupted from the far side of the courtyard—a sound so monstrous that it drowned out the chanting and made the very stones shudder. The cultists froze, their eyes widening in terror as an enormous, spectral shape emerged from the darkness beyond the platform. It was as if the ancient curse itself had come alive, a manifestation of the Forsaken’s wrath that could no longer be contained.

Daniel's curiosity was piqued, and he found himself drawn to these mysterious objects, his heart beating with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Among the peculiar items, he spotted a small, ornate box adorned with strange symbols, a crystal orb that seemed to glow with an otherworldly light, and a tattered old book bound in black leather. The book seemed to radiate an aura of malevolence, its presence making the air around it seem to vibrate with dark energy. Mr. Daniel's eyes lingered on these objects, his mind racing with questions. What were they used for? What kind of power did they hold? And, most importantly, would Mrs. Iyama be willing to help him unlock their secrets?

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.

It isn’t much of an escape, however, as my slumber is peppered with nightmares of Father being killed, Ann being captured and tortured; one garish image merging into another until I’m forced to open my eyes. As I return to a state of wakeful awareness, my heart rate spikes up when I sense a presence of another being in the hut. Slowly, hesitantly, I turn to face whoever is in the room. I’m staring into the glowing eyes of a Cursed One. They have found me.