Souls Fnaf Novels & Stories

"Worst that happens the bitch dies, best she wakes up an idiot." Summer had to stop herself from laughing at her father's harsh words, neither man had noticed that she had woken up yet and she wanted to keep it that way. "The men will be here soon." Michael huffed, "If she doesn't wake up soon what good will she be for them?" "I'm sure they'd enjoy even if she was asleep." Jackson chuckled. No longer able to remain calm Summer shot up eyes flying open. Looking around she found herself in the hole underneath her fathers house with the devil and and his master.

****okay so last chapter Devon got a little frisky with Jennifer. This chapter is all about her and how her feelings for Jennifer developed. This chapter gives a whole new outlook to Soulmates but that is all I'm saying. You have to read in order to find out... Hehehehe enjoy**** Devon POV junior year of high school...

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

"My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?" I hit send and after a few seconds the computer dings again and this time the email reads, "It's the Soul Eater. Surviving off of our souls, she gets everlasting life and the only way to get yours back, is to kill her. She has been around for thousands of years and will continue to take people's souls unless someone stops her." Typing one more reply, I send it and a notification comes up, "Unable to send. Please try again."

the little ghost says as her voice echos throughout the cave. The souls swim underneath the surface of the water. Some look happy and others look broken. The happy ones are pink and the sad ones are blue. The red souls are angry. This must be how these people died in their final moments. They must have died with these last emotions in their hearts. They look like tadpoles dancing and spiraling in the water. Their dance is beautiful and painful to watch. I put my hand in the water and thousands of souls jump at a chance to be released from the spell of the water.

Gordon~ make sure everyone attends the party. Blake~ there is another party. A boy named David. Mr. Gordon~ I'll make him disappear. Blake~ okay. Mr. Gordon~ I hope the wolves would turn immediately after the full moon appears. Blake~ yes, they won't be able to resist it. Mr. Gordon~ my men would start a fire before they run the experiments on the wolves. Keep Abby safe. Blake~ I will. Mr. Gordon~ Abby's friend Jasmine. Kill her. Blake~ I will.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

But the words that caught her eye sent a chill down her spine: “Soulbone Imprint—The Key to Ancestral Awakening.” Asha’s breath caught. This was it. This was the answer she had been searching for. The Soulbone Imprint wasn’t just a key—it was a power. A power capable of awakening the Ancestral Spirits within the Frostkin, and using their energy to control the Blood Pact Beasts.

"The legends say the Soulless were once wolves who made a pact with an ancient entity—something older than the Devourers. They gave up their spirits in exchange for power." "Can they get their spirits back?" Ronan asked. "No. Once given, a spirit cannot be reclaimed." "Then how do we stop them?" Theron was silent for a moment. "The legends say they can be banished. Not destroyed—banished. But it requires a wolf with a strong enough will to confront their leader and sever the pact." "Where do we find their leader?" "The heart of their territory. A place called the Shadowfen—a swamp where the veil between worlds is thin."