Ignited Fnaf Novels & Stories

"No more talking about the body or doing any research on it. We'll focus on our studies and our friends and family." "I'm in," Fred said, holding out his hand. "Agreed?" One by one, the friends agreed to the pact, sealing it with a handshake. . . . Nora was about to head to bed when she heard her parents arguing in the other room. She paused, her curiosity getting the better of her. She crept closer to the door, listening intently. "What are we going to do?" her mother's voice was tense, panicked. "We can't just sit here and do nothing."

Ash looks at me curiously then decides to answer, “I will start because, well, I already have started. Then you can tell me everything about you.” “Okay.” I nod. “I will start where I left off. On my 16th birthday my parents arranged a get together with my friends at a water park we lived near. At first I didn’t want to go, but I quickly changed my mind when I heard that my best friend from Elderwood would be coming. My parents dropped me off saying ‘if you need anything or when it was over just walk back home’ because it was only down the road. I nodded, because I was excited, I quickly said goodbye and see you later and entered the water park. When the party was over I started walking home

When I arrive home, my father is waiting for me. I think while I'm at school, he plans out the evening’s training. He’s always one step ahead. The routines change daily he never repeats a session. One day, it's balance drills. The next is disorientation or simulated injury. Once, he even deprived me of sight and sound, forcing me to fight using only instinct and touch. That was brutal. I got knocked flat more times than I could count. But I got back up. That’s the point.

But the moment his hand hovered over the candle, the flame crackled. He wiggled his fingers and they moved from one side to another. This wasn’t the trick of wind and Victor looked at Elias with what could only be categorized as excitement, all reddened cheeks and glittering hazelnut eyes. Elias smiled in acknowledgement. The next one was a girl, Faith, a petite stature Nigerian with fiery brownish yellow curls. Her element also turned out to be fire. The next guy’s name was Irfan, as tall as me and I am not kidding because I’m taller in my family. He looked ecstatic when his element turned out to be Earth. He smiled at Elias and joined his palms in a gesture of gratitude.

that doesn't mean that no one suspected. Have you known who the person was? Someone very officially known for preying, someone so smartly dangerous. Actually, when Bruno was relating to the Paragons about the trip to the woods, in as much as everyone of them was surprised, they still liked and welcomed the idea without further reasoning. Trust Ekaris, he already had thousand and one thoughts about how Bruno came up with the weird suggestion. His suspicion wasn't open, he kept it to himself but deep inside, he had no doubt that Enola had something to do with this. It became clearer to him when Bruno told them that Enola was coming with them. No body objected including Ekaris but his thought h

“What happened the first time you caught fire?” Looking straight ahead, I said, “I don’t want to talk about it.” “I’m asking because I want to figure out what your triggers are,” he clarified. “Fear,” I responded, still not looking at him. “I suppose that’s a start. How many times have you caught fire?” “Four.” Maybe if I were short with my answers, he would stop asking. He sighed. “Then you are just starting to set into your immortality. What do you know about fighting?”

"I want you to have one thing in mind: the world won’t remember you. Nothing you do will change that. My name will go down in history—not yours.” Slade took a step forward; he seemed to be forgetting he was nothing but a ghost; reality caught up with him real quick. “Let’s get on with the goddamn ritual already.” He said, and Flynn nodded, picking up the bottle filled with a white powdery substance. He pulled open the cap; he formed an arc around me with the powder. ‘Ignis,’ he whispered, and the white substance caught fire. He lifted his hands to the air, muttering what sounded like Latin words.

I hold a bottle of rubbing alcohol and pour it over the pile of my old life. I have to put an end to this. I reach inside my purse and pull out a lighter. Ha. Elio does not know I smoke. I start laughing as I toss my lit lighter and see the pile of items ignite. I redirect myself to the bedroom and slip in my own blood on the marbled bathroom tile. My head hits the sink, but I do not care. I can't feel anything. I sit up, and I can feel my blood trickling from my forehead, down my cheeks, and neck and staining my white dress.

June 24th, 1995' was writtten neatly at the bottom of the back of the photograph. "Holy, shit," he whispered to himself. He turned the photo over and studied Althea's face, then the woman who appeared to be her mother, then turned his attention back to Althea, then Bernie, who he realized must have been Althea's father, then back to Althea again. "What the hell," he asked the empty apartment. The silence echoed back to him and realized there was one place he could go for answers, though he wasn't sure if he could trust his own mind. "Screw it," he said aloud. He zipped Bernie's bag back up, gulped down the remainder of his dinner and threw out the garbage and then, fully clothed, laid down o

“The First Transformation of the Flame Art’s Three Fire Transformations, Flame God Incarnation.” Narga repeated James’ words. At that moment, James’ aura was so terrifying that it completely overpowered Narga’s. Narga had previously read and heard about Ignis and the Flame Art’s Three Fire Transformations in ancient books. It was rumored that even an Acmean would be severely injured or even killed after coming into contact with Ignis. James emitted white flames, his aura potent. He looked like an invincible Flame God.