Cursed Springtrap Novels & Stories

It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly. "Well you don't know William, Leona. William Redorge. A very famous action film actor and-" "Yeah I know that. He's a famous actor, and?" "Come on, Ethan! Let's go quickly!" interrupted William. Ethan cleared his throat. After that he rose from his position. "Okay, Miss Russell, looks like I have to go now, before the ferocious wolf attacks me," said Ethan. William glared at his cousin and assistant. Ethan could always call him a 'wolf' in front of Leona. What if the girl gets suspicious?

That way, any act of incompetence result in the loss of everything the employee owns. It looked helpless for Luke. He had the upper hand just moments before. “This isn’t over, traitor,” he turned around to leave the mansion. “Of course, it isn’t over.” Said Kenny, then he pushed a button on a small controller he pulled out of his pocket. “EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN ACTIVATED,” words coming from the security system. All the exits were sealed before Luke could get out. Two of the guards had regained consciousness and got up. “It’s three vs one now. It’s unfair, isn’t it?” Said Kenny with an air of confidence around him.

I got to my car and went to the boot. I opened it and pushed a button installed by the right panel of the boot. A shiny black metal tray filled with my favorite weapons slid up as the fake floor of the boot part. I picked up a Pit Viper Nine Millimeter with a twenty-one round capacity and a Barretta Nine Thousand S. Also a twenty-one round capacity. I put them in my shoulder holster and strapped it on. I grabbed Karambits and also with their sheath. I pushed the button and the tray of death tools slid down and the false floorboards closed.

he said. "What! It can't be. I was the one he loved at first. Why the sudden twist of fate?" I asked. "You have to understand that the Alpha is under a curse and the only person that can help him break it is that girl and that's why they are bonded together," he explained. "Curse…! I think I have a brief knowledge of that," she said. "I am telling you all this so that you won't feel worse when you find him in the arms of another woman. They are fated mates," he said.

Her words were venomous. "You have done a sin of separating two mates from each other... I curse you, Augustus... You will be separated from your mate just like me. You killed him when he was loving me, you will never be able to show your affection and love to your mate because when you do, she will die just like my mate died... He was not alert because he trusted me with his safety, he knew I'll protect him but you broke that trust, I curse you that you will never be able to win the trust of your mate and when you do, she will die in your arms just like my mate died..." She growled while struggling to attack him.

He finishes with a smirk and there comes that feeling again that makes tears burn in my eyes and cause terror in my heart. “You're lying; Vance promises he won't hurt me.” My lips quiver as I say those words loudly, and I don't even even believe them. He sneers. “Think about it, princess; your fate is to one day kill him. Now, Vance has tasted immortality and wealth, he has tasted power and authority; do you think he's going to let some girl get in the way of that? Trust me, Vance can get any girl that he wants.” He sighs and turns his back to me. “During the first century of being cursed, we weren't sure who was going to become our doom, so Damien and I got rid of our mates; however, Vance

Assault rifles, sniper guns, and pistols lay spread out on tables, alongside the boxes of ammunition and explosives. The air was thick with the tension as Victor's men armed themselves, their faces was set in grim determination. Josh felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized the true extent of Victor's power. Victor walked out of the clubhouse, Josh were following closely behind. They entered a black SUV, its windows tinted and its engine was purring menacingly. As they drove away, Victor's phone chimed, breaking the silence. He checked the screen, his eyes narrowing as he read the message.

“Then we begin. Let no one know of this. It stays between us. If the council gets word of this!.The shame falls on our house.” ——— The next day unannounced Marisa arrived at Blackmoon pack house. Through the SUV’s Window she looked at the property in awe and excitement. “Once Damian marries me and forms the alliance… we will use my weapon to shatter Silvermoon pack. And if he resist’s me…” She smirked coldly “The same blade will destroy him”. She stepped out of her car. Touched her bag. Feeling the blade she smiled. The secret weapon.A cursed Relic stolen from Silvermoon’s old ruins.

I passed Polly in the hallway. She was pushing a handcart piled with ten or so boxes, arms trembling. Seeing me, she stopped and lowered her head to let me pass. "Distribution going okay?" I asked. "…So-so," her voice hoarse. I nodded and walked on. After a few steps, I glanced back. She was still there, hands on the cart, shoulders slumped. The snowlight outside cast pale shadows on her face—white, almost bloodless. The next day, my assistant mentioned casually while dropping off documents, "Mr. Bassett… the employees secretly created a group chat. They call it the 'Cherry Victims Alliance.'"

Magic is the only reason I survived that fall. Magic is the only reason I now bear the mark of a Ruined. The inked fingers symbolize my curse. We come to the end of the path, where an old cottage loom close to a lake. I follow the strange lady inside. The interior reminds me a lot of my family's cottage back in the Red Moon Pack. The only difference is that this cottage has a lot of shelves where a good number of bizarre-looking artifacts and runes are kept on. At the back of the cottage, a space has been cleared, where chairs and tables are arranged as though it was a bar shop.