Fnaf Cursed Novels & Stories

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

Celeste rises, very upset. "But you're not cursed. Grandma made it up because she was upset that her son died and you were left. You look a lot like him and were a painful reminder of what she lost. That's why she sent you away and why she spread such an awful rumor." Hope swells in my chest and I can't stop it. There's a possibility I might not be cursed!

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”

he stood right in front of him and glared, “Do you have any fucking idea who you tried to make a deal with and brought to this disastrous situation where those two are fighting so that half of the Blackpine Forest has been turned barren?” Silas slowly lifted his shaking eyes to the side to see the two curtains with different bloodline marks. He recognized Seraphina’s at once but the second one gave him a panic attack. Ashe’s bloodline curtain. The ash gray light coming from the other curtain slowly took over the entire ruin like poison. “W-what kind of energy is that?” he shakingly looked at Aran. “A curse,” Aran revealed. Silas’s heart dropped. “H-he possesses a curse?! “

Suri looked at Rustin in shock, asking, "Is what Mr. Hart said true?" Esther calmly explained, "Cursing is a form of witchcraft. Since the Witchcraft Uprising, cursing has gradually been marginalized and eventually found its way to Saffronesia. Nowadays, only Saffronesians practice cursing." Suri instantly understood everything. Just a few months ago, someone from Lumigen approached Suri, proposing to invest in Glory Investment Group. Without hesitation, Suri rejected them on the spot. It was after that negotiation that Suri started having nightmares.

"You think you can protect her from the truth?" Rafe's eyes widened, a flicker of fear breaking through his mask of rage. The shift in his expression was unmistakable; whatever Rafael threatened to reveal had struck a nerve deep within him. "Why are you doing this? What secret?" I managed to choke out, my voice trembling as much as my body. "Ah, dear Freya, i see that your dearly beloved has not told you." Rafael whispered, his breath hot and vile against my ear. "The crimson pack is cursed." His voice was loud and confident.

“They don't just drink blood. They’ll make him think I’m dead. They’ll make him think I abandoned him.” “Then we give them a reason to be afraid of the dark,” she said, her eyes hardening. “The Vault is just over this ridge. If the legends are true, the Fang of the First erases them.” I looked up at the ridge. The sky above it was swirling with that same sickly violet smoke from the portal. The collision was spreading, the world's stitches coming undone. I could feel the earth trembling beneath my boots. “Dad said the Fang was cursed,” I muttered, the memory of his grave voice echoing in my head. 'It takes as much as it gives, Kael. It’s not a weapon; it’s a debt.'

Mrs Fernanda revealed, her voice filled with a mix of remorse and eerie knowledge. "Is that why she is experiencing all those horrifying nightmares?" Mathias asked, his voice filled with concern. "Indeed, the nightmares are a manifestation of the curse within her blood," Mrs. Fernanda confirmed, her tone grave. "The Vampire and the Werewolf, though one and the same person, have been locked in separate chambers within her body for nearly sixteen years. They have become strangers to each other. However, the unleashed wolf has awakened and now seeks to destroy the Vampire, just as the Vampire desires to eliminate the wolf. It's a battle raging within her, a self-destructive conflict. Ultimately

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.