Moosecraft Fnaf World Novels & Stories

he mumbled, pushing past really bushy fern. Suddenly, there was a small sound to his right. He froze. Right in front of him was a huge moose. It was standing in the puddle of water chewing on something. Nico licked his lips hungrily. He knew that taking down a moose was too much for him while his body was in this state… but one could only wish right… He searched for a weapon or anything he can use. There was absolutely nothing. Not even a fucking rock. The sticks he found were very brittle.

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Some of them were carrying their axes, some had daggers, and more sharp and little weapons that could also kill. “Hiya, um, fellow little creatures!” Lane greeted them while waving her hands, but she received no response from them. “Their straight faces are consistent,” I commented. Moha went near them without even thinking that the stunted creature might be too dangerous to approach. He flashed a slight smile and bowed his head after that. “Hi. My name is Moha, and that woman who’s standing right there...” He said and pointed at me. “Her name is Nowo, and we are from the defender’s base.”

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but I couldn't reach it. "Nadia? You look terrible. Where's your healing power?" Kaleb rushed over, his face etched with worry. I shook my head, avoiding his touch. "What did they say? How are things going?" "Beta Malik from the Blood Moon Pack filed a complaint. He said that the healing sigils you engraved into the Moonstones are forbidden hexes stolen from their ancestral tombs. They are calling you a 'Soul-Thief.' If the High Council finds the energy signature matches their records, they will exile you!" Kaleb said, handing me a confidential file.

Leon and I had two tokens in total so we can only try to get the toy twice. I put the token in and carefully lined up the claw above the toy. I pressed the button and the claw dropped, but I missed the toy by a few inches. I groaned in annoyance as I hear Leon chuckling behind me. He pushed me to the side and put in his token. I watched as he carefully aligned the claw until the time almost ran out, before dropping it.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

My whole body tingling as if I’d been set on fire. My whole life I’d been taught that the Blood Moons were awful, barbaric, stupid slobs. However, the more I looked around, the more they just seemed like normal wolves, just going about their lives. “Oooh, they’ve got booze!” Lucy yelled over the music. “Let’s get some punch, I bet it’ll calm your nerves.” I wasn’t exactly sold on the idea—I had never drunk before except ceremonial wine—but as he shoved the cup into my hand and the scent of vodka and fruit hit my nose and I stared into the red solo cup, I just shrugged and slammed it.

Everyone did what felt right. Hell yeah, I thought, twirling my way back to Enzo, the faerie ball had been the best idea ever. Totally random, totally obscure, but fun as fuck. And, hopefully, a marker of the things to come once I became Moose Creek’s Luna. Even if I couldn’t shift into a wolf, I could throw a damn good party. The fairy lights twinkled, golden stars dotting the backdrop of peach-pink clouds and craggy bottle-green pines and, further back still, the greying silhouettes of the mountains beyond. Everywhere I looked was a scene from a fairytale, filled with horned, whiskered creatures, seelie and unseelie fae, and alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.

Malaika was frustrated, and she poured all her emotions hunting the goose using her dagger while Frode was on her side. The moose ran, and Malaika had to find ways to corner it until she finally got a chance. She somersaulted from the high ground, and she gracefully landed on the moose’s neck. She slit the poor animal’s throat, and it bellowed in pain. It was not long before the moose fell to the ground while she bathed its blood. She kneeled beside the animal’s body and offered a passing rite. She thanked the goddess for giving them food.