Remnant Fnaf Novels & Stories

Benjamin remarked as he stepped onto the dried clay of the broad pathway. The sunlight was fading as they approached the house, and she noticed a dim light coming from the porch and windows, not the light of fire or candles but the distinct luminescence of maurium. ‘Maurium.' She looked with some astonishment at the eerie purple glow. ‘I haven't seen any since we left Pyre.' "Maurium, I see,” he said with a look of disappointment. "Well, that's not reassuring, is it?" "It... isn't," she reluctantly agreed.

Out of guilt, Damian and Remi offered their loot to Zen to compensate for the near accidental team kill. “We’re sorry,” Remi apologised after regrouping with Zen, who was resting to recover his mana. “I didn’t think the law of physics would apply in a game.” Unable to remain too mad at them, Zen sighed and accepted the new crafting materials. He could do a lot with Minotaur horns and hide. “We’ll wait for me to recover enough mana and heal everyone before moving to the next stage,” he announced. “We’ll log out for lunch after checking out floor eleven.”

he reassured “someone will be down to strip and bandage them later, so you don’t need to worry about that yet. I think we might weight down the old ones this time instead of trying to feed them to the Kronosaurus. Save the hands for Cosmo.” Torch was quick to agree while I was only left confused. Kronosaurus? What the hell was that? And this Cosmo person; did he eat the hands? “Keep an eye on the Krono” Torch nudged me, pointing to the top of the Base at the far left “let us know if it comes this way.”

My feet strike and shatter the delicate wood that will have served as the furniture's base. Cazzo, that's not enough to calm me down. I hear a muffled scream as I turn to look for something else to break. My eyes land on a woman in charge of interior maintenance. Vera? Isabella? Bella? I don't know. I can't remember her first name, but I'm sure of one thing: she doesn't belong here. I'd even go so far as to say that staff aren't allowed to hang around in rooms where members of the Family are.

"But this beach is under the jurisdiction of the United States Remnant. You’re trespassing on sovereign soil." Henderson didn't even look up from his tablet. "The United States Remnant is a 'Defunct Entity' under the 1999 Reorganization Act, Colonel. Your tanks are 'Uninsured Equipment.' If you fire that weapon, you will be personally liable for the 'Environmental Impact F*e.' It’s approximately six million dollars per bullet. Do you have the funds to cover that?"

"We’re stranded on the mainland, Papa. For the first time in eighty years, we’re on the wrong side of the water." ​The Scavenger's remnant ​From the ruins of a collapsed observation tower behind them, a rhythmic tapping emerged. ​Clack. Clack. Clack. ​Kael spun around, his hand moving to the hilt of his weathered blade. Out of the dust stepped a group of figures that looked neither like Salt-Bloods nor Bloom-Kin. They were thin, their bodies covered in grey rags and patches of rusted lead-foil. ​They were the Remnant—the descendants of the Sunderers who had refused to join the Synthesis, living in the deep cracks of the city for generations.

Elara whispered, feeling the faint blood twist. “Blackthorn line, yes… but her heart is good.” Nyx, overwhelmed by love and acceptance, sobbed. “Thank… you.” But peace was short-lived. The Remnants attacked the hotel that night. Ten warriors burst in, led by a figure with cruel gold eyes. “The girl’s power is ours. Dark rules anew!” Aiden partially shifted, claws and fangs ready, shielding Nyx. Kael went full wolf, a massive shield for his family. Ethan fought with guns and knives.

he murmured. “I didn’t want to waste the quiet,” she said. They stood like that for a long time, neither speaking. Finally, she looked up at him. “Do you believe in healing?” “I believe in time,” he said. “And in people who don’t run.” Back in Phoenix HQ, Camellia stood at the front of the executive war room. Everyone was watching her — legal leads, tech teams, public policy liaisons. She tapped the glass screen. “This is the map of known rogue remnants. We’ve neutralized 91%. The last 9% are clustered in unmonitored territories.”

“It’s not really my place to judge these people, but…” Knox’s eyes urged me to go on, and I didn’t know when I started spilling it all. “I think there’s a spy. Please, hear me out first. The second guy I saw that day—I don’t think he’s a pack member. He’s a Remnant.” “Remnant?” he asked, confused. “They are like werewolf hunters but the difference is they don't just hunt werewolves, they hunt any species that aren’t human.” I paused to look at his face.

I remained silent as he found what he needed easily, swabbed my wound with some antiseptic, and taped a gauze bandage over it. He picked the remaining pieces of glass from my hair and shoulders, shooting me worried glances the whole while. "Can you feel your wolf, Adrienne?" The question was so unexpected that it took me by surprise. I shrugged - or tried to. It wasn't easy to do with my arms still strapped to my sides. I shook my head in the negative instead. "What? Why?", Came the confused question. I remembered almost shifting at the Luna Ceremony. Snow was there then. Now, she was nowhere to be found. I stared to panic.