Fazbear Frights Graphic Novels & Stories

Anila’s POV As soon as I felt Zach’s fangs dig into my soft flesh, it was like a wake-up call. But before I could react, I heard the deep throaty growl of a bear, and I knew Harley had just witnessed this. Zach quickly released me, blood dripping from his lips just as Harley attacked him. A scream escaped my lips as I watched the two fall to the ground. Harley was in his bear form, but Zach shifted back into his wolf form almost immediately and the two began to fight.

That first kill will always stay with me. The wolf standing across from me snaps his teeth at me, challenging me to make the first move. I wait. I want him to be anxious and make a mistake. And he finally does. He hesitates briefly. He goes to lunge, but hesitates for just a moment, remembering what I did to his friends just moments before. Then he commits to lunge at me, but I already anticipate the maneuver. I shoot up onto my hind legs and tower over his wolf. My front claws are in the air, lining up with his wolf’s exposed abdomen as he attempts to land on me. I dig my claws into his chest, then slowly lower down, digging my claws in deeper and deeper as they slide down his torso. His wo

“And that place already smelled like despair.” I reached out. My fingers brushed the spine of a volume labeled DROWNED CARNIVAL. The second line glowed. CYCLE RANGE: 280–303 PRIMARY THEMES: FEAR / CONTROL / LAUGHTER_AS_EDGE I tugged it off the shelf. It was heavier than it looked. When I cracked it open somewhere near the middle, ink‑lines on the page rippled and rose up off the paper, coalescing into a scene above the book. We watched ourselves—smaller, flatter, a memory playing in three dimensions: the Ferris wheel looming, cars creaking, Maria’s hand on Jax’s arm, my own breath fogging in the cold carnival air. The text under the image scrolled like captions:

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

Still tattoo advertisements and inspirations. "Ugh! For fuck sake!" I dragged my hands down my face in frustration. This was pissing me off. I was about to delete the search when a rather interesting link caught my eye. The White bear gang. The picture attached to it was what gave me the thrill I'd been chasing. It was a grainy picture of that gangster wannabe at a bar, a lit cigarette sticking out of his lips. I clicked on the link, heart beating frantically. "What the fuck" I exclaimed mistakenly.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

He had an evil smirk on his face that had Koa wanting to pounce on him and claw his lips off. “Then you will have no objection to me playing some video clips?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. You could see the worry flash in his eyes but if you weren’t paying attention you would have missed it. “Nope.” He said. I smirked and then hit play on the video clip. Gunner and Tora had set up a projector so that everyone could easily see everything. This video clip was of all the women that were caged up and being used as breeders. I looked around the room for everyone’s reactions. It didn’t take very long before all the lunas were fighting back their wolves. Some had lips twitching with low growls co

Our enemies were near, but we couldn't see them. Until... "Apparent Bestiae (Appear, you beast!)!" Witch Anya roared, and a black grizzly bear suddenly appeared in front of us. Its fangs were gleaming from the sunrise. Its full black eyes were gazing in rage. Its growl was echoing, scaring some faunas on trees. Upon seeing their intruders, they all flew away to the sky.

Just like everyone was feeling like collapsing from fear the third climbed out. This one was slower, and gracefully. It was a female Zombie. Her body was lithe, almost elegant, but patches of fur clung to her decayed skin. A fox-like tail, half-rotted, dragged behind her. Her green eyes gleamed with cruel intelligence. Her lips parted in a grin far too wide. “Well,” she purred. “This will be fun.” Barbara screamed in terror. All three women frantic with fear. Gavin stepped forward— his face radiating confidence.

A small group of other soldiers hung back, looking uncomfortable and unsure whether to intervene. Ronan’s eyes went gold the second he took in the scene. “Garrick. Get him up.” Garrick moved quickly, kneeling beside Finn and carefully helping the young wolf sit upright. Finn winced but stayed quiet, jaw clenched tight. Fresh bruises marked his arms and ribs. The scent of vampire clung faintly to him, stronger than usual, the kind that only came from close contact. Ronan turned on the two kneeling guards, voice low and dangerous. “Who gave you the right to beat a fellow guard inside my palace?”