Phasmophobia Cursed Items Novels & Stories

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.

What if the girl gets suspicious? But, unexpectedly, Leona just nodded her head with a smile. Allowing William to heave a sigh of relief. Turns out she didn't really think much of Ethan's rambling words. "Let's go!" William said then walked out of the dining room. Without waiting any longer, Ethan immediately followed his cousin. Until Leona was alone in the room. Leona chuckled, "A wolf? That suits him. His personality is quite similar to that of a wolf. His aura is scary, his gaze is sharp, and don't forget, he likes meat," Leona muttered before shoving the food into her mouth casually.

he instructed the guards who manned the door. Fidelis was placed on the table before him. He was already getting cold. Everyone in the room, including Damon, believed he stood no chance of coming out alive. But Damon was determined to prove himself wrong. In a whirlwind of desperation and determination, his gaze fell upon an ancient amulet, said to possess mystical powers. It was hanging on the wall close to where Fidelis was laid. Drawing from the remnants of their pack's fading magic, he channeled the energy into the lifeless body of Fidelis. Through some unfathomable connection, the amulet responded, breathing life back into Fidelis, his eyes fluttering open with a gasp.

I slapped him again, harder this time, and tossed my phone at him without a shred of politeness. "You still have the nerve to ask?" James caught the phone with fumbling hands, his expression shifting from indignation to unease as he noticed the look on my face. He glanced at the phone screen, and I smirked, my voice dripping with mockery. "You're living quite the carefree life, aren't you, James?" "Babe! Listen to me! Let me explain! I have no idea where these photos came from!" James panicked. I crossed my arms, tilting my head slightly. "You don't know? Those photos are trending everywhere now. The company's stock is plummeting. So, tell me, James, what are you going to do about it?"

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Zelda. Brenda's hands tightened on my shoulders. "Remember what I said? It ends here," she hissed. I swallowed hard and fretfully turned back to look behind me, I wanted to push her off me but I also knew that any wrong move from me would make the situation worse. Suddenly, A car screeched loudly to a halt nearby, distracting Brenda momentarily. As she turned, a stranger emerged—a man with blazing golden eyes. My gazes locked on his, and a surge of energy coursed through me. Strength I'd never known surged through my limbs.

She carefully unrolled the scroll, her eyes scanning the arcane symbols and encrypted messages. But as she translated the ancient text, a sense of foreboding settled over her. The scroll revealed a startling twist—a fragment of the dark curse responsible for the Magus's transformation was entwined with the Veritas Reliquary. To break the curse, they would not only have to find the Reliquary but also discover how to separate the dark fragment from its protective magic.

*** Levi’s POV “This place gives me the creeps,” I tell Stan, “Do you come here often?” The store where Stan’s contact works is filled with what I assume are ingredients for dark curses. The bottles on the walls are labeled with the strangest of things. Pig’s blood, bat wings, eyes of assorted creatures. Grave dust. A skeleton of something that looks like a manticore, if such things really existed. Then I realize that if that thing is real, I don’t want to know.

Everything in my field of vision blurs a little from the venom in the forsaken bite and I have to keep blinking in order to clear it. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' I think and my wolf laughs at me. I swear I can see a smile on her face as she takes over. "Whatever you're thinking about me, you can stop it right now Celeste.." I tell her. She rolls her eyes and her speed is incorporated into our body. We leave the forsaken behind and circle back to the river to grab our things and maybe even cross. The venom is slowly working its way through my body and I can feel it as it burns through my system.

And that’s dangerous. I turn toward the main road, my feet heading in a familiar direction on their own. Too many thoughts race through my mind, a tumult of chaos. I can feel the weight of the curse pressing against my shoulders. The peace treaty, the princess, the Mate Bond—each element threatens to unravel the very fabric of my pack’s existence. I want to say that’s the only reason why I’d wanted to rip that kid’s head off. But it isn’t. I am truly screwed. In every damn way.