Elizabeth Fnaf Novels & Stories

KIND HERBALISTS AND HELPFUL WEREWOLVES ARE GONE. Elizabeth and Anais formed a pact-to make humans suffer forever.

Just as Elizabeth was about to reply Franco cut her off and stepped forward. “What’s going on, why are you here?! You need something?” Franco asked instead. “Yeah ofcourse! I need …” “Mom Dad!” A female voice squealed at the entrance and they all spun to look at her. “F-Fiona?!” Elizabeth stuttered. “Mom!” Fiona yelled again as she pushed her bag just enough to shut the door and sprinted across to Elizabeth. “Fiona,” Elizabeth repeated, Jenna’s eye widened as she watched the scene unfold in front of her .

She asked. "Ah... Um..." Rayan stammered, taken aback. "Beth, be nice." Scott chided. "Or else we won't play games with you later." "I was just expecting someone closer to a Greek god, considering how you talked him up." She closed her laptop and walked over to them, offering Rayan her hand. "You're a decent enough looker though. Nice to meet you, my name's Elizabeth." "Ah, yes?" Rayan shook her hand. "Rayan. Rayan Neel."

Margarette asked her. “Begin by telling me who you and Finrod really are, what this place is, and what is happening. “ “Okay, that seems to be easy.” She looked at the passersby clad in cowboy outfits doing their own businesses. “I am a witch of birthright while Mr. Grumpy old man who lay unconscious there in Feucher’s cold floor is THE elf prince. This place is Lenriad where all of the supernatural creatures live in harmony with normal people tired of your world.

Dear Elizabeth, This name may shake you but it's you . Your real name is Elizabeth Katie Warner . We have avoided the truth many times and as much as we avoid it, it just comes to us. You are not a normal child. You are gifted and are the one who cannot see them or either she cannot be touched by them. But when you are prepared time will come and get you like it did to us. You may go to Clare and her mother will tell you. For now, I can say no more. And sweets, we are not on vacation. We are gone. Go find Clare for she will tell you the truth.

She was genuinely surprised. “Who is yo fwen daddy Clawky?” Hope asks as she waves her hand to Elizabeth. She too wave her hand to Hope as she smiled. Alissa was quick to like her already. “Hi, Hoppy. I’m Elizabeth but you can call me El. You look so beautiful today. Reminds me of Cinderella.” Hope grin. “Weally? Tank you, miss El. You wook beautiful too. Wike pwincess Jasmine. You eye wook wike cat!”

My brows furrowed, and all the boys looked at me like I owed them an explanation. "What? I'm not interested. Tell her that." I passed the message to Nathaniel. He's the only one here that has connections with Snow. "Better not to make a bad move, Elizalde. You can't trust her," Faust voiced behind me. I didn't notice he was now standing, grabbing another cold beer. "Hang on, Snow and Elizabeth are siblings, right?" Neo asked. "Step-sister. Not blood-related, Neo," Nestor answered.

Their reaction made both girls die laughing. Their laughing brought over a few new faces, all wanting to know what was so funny. “Yo Bri, what’s so funny?” said a guy who looked like a model out of a magazine. “Nothings funny Jacob, Mrs. Lunabeth over here is trying to squeeze intel from mads.” Brian said to his best friend. “Hey” Ryan chimed in “you cant call her that, Mrs. Lunabeth is my name for her, you call her hunny bunny or something Sicking like that!” Brian started laughing, Elizabeth scowled. Looking at Brian she told him “You ever call me hunny bunny and you’ll be finding a nice couch somewhere.” Fear hit Brians eyes “I would never do such a thing sweetheart.” he said. “Oh snap! T

Alexis, sensing the shift, asked, "Did my dad leave a note?" Jonathan fumbled in his pocket and gave Alexis a folded piece of paper. Alexis read it aloud, her voice trembling slightly: "Lizzie, tonight the world celebrates QuantumTech, but my eyes search only for you. Let this gown be a token of my appreciation for you.” Lizzie's fingers clenched into fists. She knew the note was a thinly veiled apology, a narcissistic attempt to reclaim control. She walked towards Jonathan, her voice firm, "How much was this dress?"

It happened again! Eliza groaned with despair as she rolled onto her back and looked up into the early morning sky. Her nightmare was continued. She was naked in the field on the edge of the woods again. She’d gone to bed early without a drop of alcohol in her system, let alone any type of drug, yet the sledgehammer in her head was pounding even harder than the morning before. Like the first time, she couldn’t remember a thing on how or why she was in such a state.