Phasmophobia Cursed Items Novels & Stories

"I really thought the mysterious goddess of yours was part of my portal's unknown side effect, you know, hallucination?" Sarreth said as she sat in front of her own laptop. Sarreth's statement ended up causing my brow to furrow. What the hell with her self-invented portal's side effect? With such a beautiful face and voice, is that goddess still a work of hallucination? "There's no way, Sarreth; the smell of her blood can literally drive me insane, like yeah," I said with a smile. "I'll go to any dimensions to get my hands on that treasure," I added, making Sarreth laugh.

I suddenly heard a whisper and turned my head only to see Jasmine looking ahead at scene in horror “Draco… what is… what is happening here?” Jasmine questioned while her eyes remained focused ahead. “This people are possessed by Black blood poison…” I said with huff “They are now under spell and had lost their power of understanding right or wrong” I further added in same tone. “Draco…. I don’t feel good here….” Jasmine said in worried tone “Jasmine! Listen to me do you have you cinnabar powder with you?” I questioned her and recalled that she had asked for several medicinal herbs, spell essential and cinnabar stone and powder from Paramigini before we left Kingdom Kestramore.

A Fenrisúlfr. They said he once swallowed a mountain whole because someone insulted his master's tea preferences. That he brought ruin to the Western Empire when a bureaucrat called Nexus "just a soil god." That he once bit the arm off a sun deity and won the lawsuit. And now… this spirit—the wolf, the shadow, the living catastrophe in a handsome meat suit—was supposedly bound as a familiar. To Nexus. Who had gone missing. And now Selena Collins, a woman who didn’t flinch at vending machine ghosts and had the spiritual awareness of a cat who just walked through a séance, was bearing the glowing mark of his succession.

Haleth intervened, saying, “You know what I’m here for, Xoel. What do you want in exchange? I’m willing to fork up whatever it is you need.” Xoel replied helplessly, “I already told you, Haleth. You need the Glacies’ Illus and Ice Curse to detoxify Flammae poison. The Illus is a precious treasure of the Glacies. Unfortunately, they’ve already been wiped out. Even the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion can’t provide you with it.” James was immediately attracted to their conversation. He said nonchalantly, “You need the Glacies’ Ice Curse? I have stumbled upon one of the Glacies’ ruins and learned their primitive inscriptions. I’ve mastered the Ice Curse and also happen to have the Illus.”

[Item: Corrupted Obsidian Talisman] [Analysis: Item is saturated with a derivative energy of the F-01 'Fenris' strain. The energy signature emits a unique, ultra-low frequency decay signal. This signal is a form of passive 'ping' to a central network. A receiver tuned to this specific frequency can triangulate the source of uploads.]

"Man, that was intense. I'm sweating in real life. My heart rate monitor is freaking out." Jinx walked over to the bodies of the Cultists near the core. The loot was glistening on the floor. "Hey, look at this," she said. She knelt down. "They dropped a unique item. 'Corrupted Memory Shard'." She picked up a jagged, glowing red crystal. "Don't touch it," Ren said instinctively. "It's probably vendor trash. Or a trap." "Wait," Jinx said, her voice dropping. "The text on the shard... it's not gibberish. It's not runes. It looks like... a list."

Suddenly, her body is wreathed in curling flames and my dog tags rise toward her scarlet breasts, straining on their beaded chain, forsaking gravity for her magnetism. The vision lasts for less than a second and then it’s gone. It’s Gemma again, only Gemma, her eyes squeezed shut and mouth open, face contorted with ecstasy, body wracked with tremors. She washes over me like a crashing wave, her sweaty hair falling in a curtain around my face. I catch a glimpse of something bronze on the dresser beyond the candles—a triangular spike with a demon-headed pommel protruding from a wooden base. The phurba.

Even as the mer-mushrooms tried to drown him, Zen slowly regained enough strength to fight back with his temporary underwater breathing ability. Yanking the nearest hair he could find, Zen forcefully gave his enemies bad haircuts and was reminded of his farming session with the big pink boss slime. Why did the dungeon game developer have a hair-cutting fetish? Either way, it made Zen’s farming experience a lot easier. He collected so many blue mushroom wigs in no time that he had no idea what to do with them. === Item: Pixie-Mer Parasol Wig Description: Crafting ingredient for cursed dolls. Gives a suffocation curse effect when successfully crafted into a cursed doll.

"Did you really think we were being nice to a newbie out of the kindness of our hearts?" Brad laughed menacingly. "Stupid little girl. You were never one of us. You were just the lamb we were fattening for the slaughter." "What do you mean?" I took a step back, my heart starting to beat irregularly. "I mean," Jessica said, raising an hourglass-shaped magical item filled with a dark red liquid, "it's time to harvest." The live comments went insane. [OMG! THAT'S A HEARTSEEKER HOURGLASS!] [It's an A-rank cursed item that targets congenital weaknesses!]

The guests calmed down a little … “Earl, we’ve already called the doctor, don’t worry...” “The doctor won’t help. It’s a curse,” he said, setting off a wave of nervous whispering. “Call the court mages!” someone to the side shouted. Angelina kept getting paler. The curse took the color from her lips, which were now a saturated blue color. As soon as Zomzom came close, Reive took his chain from the zombie’s outstretched hand and breathed activating Dark into it. The ruby eye-sockets in the small skulls flashed both in the necromancer’s bracelet and in the girl’s necklace.