Fnaf Cursed Novels & Stories

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

“This isn’t about me. It’s about your son.” Her gaze flickered with something unreadable—concern, perhaps, though she masked it quickly. “What’s happened to Ragnor?” “He’s been taken,” I said bluntly. “By something ancient and dark. Something tied to the curse in his bloodline.” Her expression hardened, and for a moment, she was silent, her fingers steepled beneath her chin. “And you’ve come to me because you think I can fix this?” “You’re the only one who can,” Fanning interjected. “You’ve spent decades studying these curses. You must know something.”

He averted his eyes, looking down at the floor as the pieces of the puzzle finally slammed into place. It was a cold, bitter realization. The witches knew that finding a true mate and completing the mating bond—the marking and the soul-joining—was the only thing powerful enough to shatter an ancient curse. They must have foreseen that Killian Nightbane was the one destined to be the key.

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

“I wanted to apologize for whatever I had done to you, your pack and your family. I am sorry.” My eyes were any second near before shredding tears. The most ruthless and tyrant alpha was apologizing. “I know what I have done is unforgivable and haven’t think of you to forgive me ether. I wanted you to know that it was not you, it’s me. it’s always been me who was not worthy enough of a mate to you. I am…” he looked lost for words. “I am cursed. Whatever, whoever comes nears me, gets nothing except hurt and pain. I am a mess.” He said finally.

Nathan didn't understand why his mother was doing this to him—coughing out blood as he saw his mother’s disinterested face, as she placed a curse on the child she brought into this world due to her only infidelity. Nathan screamed as he felt like he was on fire as something part of him was being ripped away. His soul was becoming twisted and warped into something dark, something genuinely monstrous. Something that no one should become. Just before Nathan passed out due to the pain, he cursed his mother. Nathan could only blink to shake away those memories of a life that was long left dead. Looking back at his journal, It's been a while since he decided to write here, and even now, Nathan doe

I was just about to push the door open and announce my presence when a sudden turn of events left me frozen in horror. Rylan suddenly burst out laughing as if he'd gone hysterical. When he finally stopped, he turned to his father with a devilish grin and spoke again. "Is that what you expected to hear? No father, no. I don't give two shits about that ignorant little bitch. She's nothing more to me than a prize. We both know that she's cursed but she could bring so much greatness to me and our pack so I'm willing to take that risk. We both know what she is and we know the great power that she possesses. Normally, she would be a very powerful foe but luck happens to be on our side at this time

Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse. Ana and Fernand exchanged glances but remained unmoved. A faint smirk played on Ana’s lips. “Save your breath, old woman. There’s no such thing as curses.” Carla’s eyes fluttered shut. Her body gave one final shudder, then fell still. The grand room descended into heavy silence, broken only by the distant hooting of an owl outside. Back in the present, rain still pattered softly against the roof of their modest home in Marinduque. Ana’s face was wet with tears as she finished recounting the terrible story. The weight of twenty years of buried guilt had finally lifted, yet it left behind a hollow ache.

She was gonna go after all of them even their families and pull out their ball sockets from each of them. She died with that hatred and disgust in her chest, and as life could have it, when she died and cross over to the path she was sent back saying it was not yet her time and besides she was cursed. All those words were like a joke to her but funny was that she woke up in that same nobody of hers. She was confused at first and was also afraid. She met people crossing over in that paths at Afterlife but it was rather not for her, and also that man in white told her that it was not yet her time and she was cursed, what does that mean? The thought came pouring down her head.

But this time I wont let him do that . “You would regret , Marcus “ he declared . “ U left with me no option .” I frustrated yelled at him . “ It’s the curse , its not my fault . U cant do this with me . I want my mate .” He yelled back . “ I don’t care Fire . I don’t . We are alpha and we need to think of pack . Before the curse changes you fully . “ I said trying to calm him down and reason him . And that’s when I heard him laughing maniacally . “Do u think , u can control me . Just few days and I would take over “ he said mockingly .Making me shock to the core . This wasn’t the Fire I knew . It’s the curse speaking again .