Dazzle Fnaf Novels & Stories

She jokes and I sense her anxiety but decided not to let her know and just smile at her. “With the power and faith entrusted to me, I present you, Pandora.” Selene announces raising her hands to the night sky and everyone cheers. The dome that raised when the ritual began was coming down in little snowflakes of light. I was amazed at everything around me. It was like I had another way to see life.

Alizey whispered lightly. "WHAT?" Muskan yelled in a high pitch voice. "That dumbo got married and he didn't even invite me...OH MY ALLAH!!! Did he convert?" She asked flabbergasted. At her words Alizey's face fell and she replied with a simple. "No." Muskan looked at her confused. "Then h-how I don't understand" "Wait! Is t-that a burning smell!" Muskan's eyes widened in complete horror as she made a dash towards her house probably in a failed attempt to save her burned cookies.

Davina's POV: The air backstage at the Devil's Club was thick with the usual chaotic blend of hairspray, perfume, and nervous energy. The other dancers, their bodies already adorned in various stages of glittering undress, moved with a practiced ease, adjusting straps and applying last-minute touches of makeup. I moved amongst them like a ghost, my new costume – a skimpy, sequined number in a garish shade of purple that was lying on a velvet stool. My reflection in the mirror was a stranger: haunted eyes, pale skin, a stark contrast to the carefully applied glamour around me.

Dalia explained. Uranus shimmered into view announcing, "It is time for our entertainment to begin." "And the fantasy is ruined just like that," Dalia said snapping her fingers. "Well, there goes breakfast. I don't know how we are supposed to fight each other if we have no strength." Evelynn growled with agitation.

- KILLIAN - A text notification diverts my attention from the screen to my phone. I was having a virtual meeting. Still having one, but the name that popped on along with the notification gave me all the reason I needed to zone out of this boring yet important meeting. Hazel. One end of my lips curls to form a not so noticeable half grin. 'What colour of fit fits to go to an eerie party?' She asks. 'Someone invited me for a dark fantasy, game night party today. I'm syked! Also worried but I've got no friends. lmaooo.' I read. My little angel is a loner? That's quite shocking yet I don't seem surprised.

She didn’t want to think about what he was, but Emma wanted to walk into dreams and control magic. Emma had seen village elders use magic but had none of her own. Daniel wanted to surprise Emma that night. With a snap of his fingers he brought the door out, and he snuck into one of her dreams, but when he opened the door, he found the small village was quiet. He heard the roar of a blaze, it didn’t take him long to figure out what he was looking for. Daniel could smell the smoke as he ran. “Emma!” he screamed not caring what a noise he made or who might see him.

He turned to the pulsating glowing dust particles. He thought it was kind of silly having to let a magic fairy dust guide him to his mate. “Okay, magic fairyish dust thingy, lead the way!” Following the sparkling trail of dust, Denzel found himself standing in front of a house. The soft glow emanating from the particles intensified, illuminating the path to the doorstep. Denzel exchanged a puzzled glance with the glowing dust. "This is it, huh?" The particles, now swirling with vibrant energy, seemed to dance with excitement before suddenly dispersing into a gentle cascade of sparkling lights, disappearing into the morning air.

But then again, it’s not like anyone would see them making out, so she didn’t have to do it. As she opened her mouth to speak, Hazel got up at once. “I can’t watch this.” She ran off. “I’ll do the dare,” Bella said as her best friend vanished into the crowd heartbroken, and Fae smiled, directing them towards her room. The entire crowd followed behind. Hazel ran into the triplets, who were confused on why the entire house was filled with chants. “What’s happening? What’s with the chant?” Finn asked, grabbing her hand, but she withdrew.

I wasn’t dancing—I was forced to take that class for Physical Education and Health. Along with Gelo, Stacey, Skip, and another boy who’s younger than us, I fall in line in the third row. Chaz roamed his eyes around checking for imperfections. “Anyone who left, Kaz?” He glared at the boy in the center of the front row. The boy was tall, handsome, and white. “Yesha stayed for three weeks. Tim stayed for a week. Fan stayed for a year.” “Weak wolves,” Chaz muttered. “Especially that woman named Fan. She’s been performing well since the day she arrived I wonder what her petty reason was.”

Artemisia “Stop it,” I whisper pleadingly, my eyes still glued onto the dolls panicky. “Make it stop!” Just as I have uttered my plea the voices stop and the dolls tipple over inanimate. Turning my head slowly to face Fynn, I find him watching him with one of his stupid grins plastered on his face. “What was that? How did you do that?” He shrugs, sadness taking over his features, “I got a few powers like this… Funfair tricks.”