Humanoid Fnaf Novels & Stories

He groaned They chuckled and obeyed immediately,, " We are really happy to see you in the council after a long time,,with,, your mate. " Another one said,, she's a female Alyssa wonder why they all look so amazing,, they are really not human. " But,,she's human. " " What is wrong with her being a human??" Luther snapped and they all kept quiet. " My father,,, is alive " Luther said and they all stood up in fear " Rodolfo is alive?? " They all asked at the same time

Sandilo exclaimed suddenly. “What?” Vivian asked with a wary look. “Olcan wants me to beg you… please reply quickly Vivian else he will chew up my brain with his whining…” “Okay… I guess… but you will be in control right?” “Absolutely…” “Then, let us try this but you have to promise that you will change back to your human form if it gets too much for me to bear…” “Promise…” Sandilo said with a reassuring smile. He placed Vivian gently on the bed and drew in a deep breath. The claws sharp as the knife emerged. Vivian screamed in horror as she saw them, gleaming in the moonlight.”

Psyche Flint firmly said as she stared directly on Grandpa Flint’s eyes. Grandpa Flint smiled and was not shocked of Psyche Flint’s declaration of peace for humanity because he already heard it many times inside his dreams. For within five years of hiding, he had a dream of a human silhouette who stood firmly in front of zombie army. That person looked straight and declared her words to many people.

She sat there till the humanoid got close enough and she grabbed it by the ankle and pushed it down, she got on top of the humanoid and continuously punched it while trying to discover the source of its energy. "Ah... Your forehead it is huh" She said, taunting the humanoid. The humanoid began trying to fight back harder when Elle said that, but the previous punches already weakened it. Elle smiled at her and mouthed "bye" before delivering a heavy punch on her forehead, destroying the chip and leaving her paralysed. When she noticed the humanoid couldn't move anymore, she released deep breaths before standing up and running back to check on the warriors and when she saw that they had everyt

That enchanting afternoon by the sea turned toxic in an instant, swallowed by a venomous mist. When the digital genie emerging from that ancient clay lamp in Sona’s hand revealed my true identity with a hellish declaration, a freezing current ran down my spine. I—Sophia Moreno—not a human? A humanoid created by Arian? Were my twenty years of memories, my love for Lucas, my motherhood for Sona—nothing but mathematical code and data processing?

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

the girl in the car mumbled. “You brought this on yourself Hilary,” Hunter said as he carried her on his shoulder. She tried to shake herself off him but couldn’t manage. Hunter was too strong. He had the body of baseball players. He was six feet tall. His arms were big they could hold three people at once. He had a very hideous face with a beard he well took care of.

Her curly hair danced in the cold breeze as they reached a mysterious clearing. "Who are you?" Stuart queried, touching her shoulder. She turned her body towards him. In the velvety embrace of darkness, she emerged, a captivating enigma draped in shadows. Moonlight traced the contours of her mystery, casting a soft glow on elusive features. Ebony tendrils frame a face veiled in an air of intrigue, eyes gleaming like distant stars, windows to an enigmatic universe. Her silhouette danced with the unknown, a symphony of secrets whispered by the night. A delicate whisper of mystery enveloped her, a chiaroscuro masterpiece painted with whispers of the unseen. In the dark, she was an ethereal tape

The man with the eyes like the deepest forest. But in that glance, she had made note of the man next to her. He was average height, muscular, good-looking in a rough sort of way. His blond hair was shaggy. His jeans were a little greasy on the thighs, he looked like a mechanic working on a vehicle of some kind and had used the denim as a wipe rag. The same engine grease lined his fingernails. “What'syoyr name?” the shaggy blonde asked. I'm not interested,” she heard herself say, not looking at him. She had to watch the one with the eyes, the forest eyes. She had to study each of his moves.