Fnaf Ships Cursed Novels & Stories

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.

I shut my eyes knowing I am safe. More pain. Truly my fate is cursed.

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.

The groaning of the destroyer’s hull was a sound that shook the very marrow of my bones—the sound of a multi-million-dollar corporate weapon breaking its spine on the raw, unvarnished geometry of the free port. "The ship is grounded!" Kaelen’s voice bellowed through the comms. "Their forward batteries are offline! They’re taking on water in the reactor bay!" Ruan walked through the falling ash, his long coat smoking, his steel-blue eyes locked onto the burning skeleton of *The Leviathan* as it began to list dangerously to the port side. The corporate ghost was dying in the yard it had come to erase.

Shaking my head, I said, “Trust me on this—we shouldn’t go there… That ship is dangerous.” “No way. Don’t be such a wuss now.” A fellow crew mate clapped me on the shoulder in reassurance, and gestured at our ship’s route. “That’s a point of entry to the radioactive spots around Hiroshima. It’s a route our new employers arranged for us, and we’ll go through that channel to reach the Forbidden Ocean… fine, that’s a cheesy name, but either way, that wreck is just lying at the mouth of the channel.” Miek put his hands together. “The gods might have arranged this good fortune for us. I have a feeling that we’ll all be rich after this, and won’t be drifting everywhere after this. As for me, I’ll

“Your shipplays host to sin, Captain. Ye and thy kind have desire that turn hearts black as night. Ye hide behind The Book, yet there is no light there for thy soul. The holds of your ship are filled with ill-gotten gains. Gold from Spanish galleons blasted until no man lives, silk from the Ottoman, the blood of slaves on every fibre. Ye covet such things; harbour their value above life itself. Hypocrite, I say to thee. Murderer!” “Ye shall once more face the rope,” the captain said. “About your neck as we watch ye dance on the air.” “Ye will have no such pleasure, sir,” the woman said. Her voice was low but they could all hear her as though she were with them on the deck. “Ye are all cursed

I ran into Valen on my way down. "Miss Nash," he bowed his head to me, mocking me as you would bow to an Alpha. "Mr. Douche," I bowed back. "Hey, Bennet and Martel aren't back yet, are they?" He stopped half-turning to hear my answer. "I don't know. I haven't seen them." That means they haven't checked in yet, either. That can't be good. I skipped stopping at the kitchen and went to the library. I opened the open case files for Matice and Oliver. They were going after Donald Montenegro. He was a big arms dealer both in human and supernatural weapons. He was not an easy target. How were they sent alone for that? I printed the last known office address for his shell corporation and headed to D

You never know, you might be the reason this curse is broken. Corel’s optimism did nothing to dispel the darkness of desperation engulfing me. Soul mates are supposed to bring and join families together but I… what was I going to do? Break a beautiful family; kill two out of the three brothers, live with the burden of guilt? My gaze swept over the economy section of the airplane. Most of the passengers had dozed off. Even the air hostess had retired. ‘We should get some sleep too.’ Corel said, before blocking her thoughts. It felt strangely empty and silent, but I didn’t nudge her. With a soft sigh, I closed my eyes.

That seemed to work at least. "Thank you." I said but she didn't reply. Not that I care. I kept looking out the window, trying to get rid of my nervousness. I distracted myself with the many beautiful sights we passed by. The carriage rode through what I assume to be a market due to how busy it is. I could see slave trade shops, human girls were shamelessly being auctioned like animals and it made my blood boil. Vampires really have no value for human life, it's no wonder my species have been at war with them for centuries. Their cruelty is legendary.

" I quickly bent over and picked up one of my shoes and threw it over to her. The shoe flew towards her face and she was not making any move of dodging it that I feared she might get a broken nose if the back of the shoe collides with her nose. The shoe tolled to a stop midway through the journey that I sent it on. I sighed in relief faking an annoyed groan to hide the fear on my face from the group. But wait how could Natasha do that? was it really possible? That can only be done by the moon goddess... "Nat I didn't know that you could control the elements, I thought you could only read minds." Gunner said staring at his mate with widened almost protruding eye-balls. "Can you do that again?