What Is A Cursed Hunt In Phasmophobia の小説・ストーリー

My body suddenly began to jerk and convulse uncontrollably, rattling the chains as the sound of the Vampire's voice became louder. My eyes went bloodshot, blood flowing down my cheeks. The pressure in my throat finally began to loosen and I released an involuntary gasp. Everything was red and unmoving but even through my hellish subconscious, I could see it. My mouth remained open and through it, I could see my wolf being extracted. The cloaked Vampire continued to chant and he held a medium sized but intricately designed phial which held a dark red matter and whatever was in the bottle seemed to be extracting my wolf, sucking it in.

"That's for you to know. I have already told you to be on the look of the one with a glowy eyes but also you must be very careful at the same time. There are challenges on the way too and you so recognizing her as the one will be hard. Tristan sighed deeply. "Can you help make me understand better?" He requested. "You will know her the moment you see her. There is a powerful rush of waves you will feel the moment you see her. Your curse would be lifted the moment you copulate with her but I must tell you that she won't be an easy catch."

Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

“Wait! Did you say that Alaric was just sitting in the room? Something is not right… Once his mate died, he should have taken his wolf form and returned to the pack. His painful howls would have conveyed the message that his mate was no more…” Elliot snorted and said incredulously, “Whose judgment is clouded now? Are you saying that he isn’t suffering enough…” Aunt Sue smacked Elliot's head and said, “No, silly. I am saying that maybe… just maybe... Sienna hasn’t died after all…” Aunt Sue busied herself making preparations for a locator spell. When she couldn’t locate her or her energy field, she performed the ‘Commune’ spell which was used to call on the spirits of the dead. She couldn’t ev

There was a brand-new ID and passport, a photograph of my family, and the compass dad had given me on Christmas a few years ago. It had belonged to his sister, who succumbed to the curse and vanished on her twenty-first birthday. Supposedly, it had been spelled by a wolf mage to lead its user back home—wherever home may be. Surrounded by unending forest, with nothing more than the clothes on my back and a curse looming over my head, I followed the rising sun to what I hoped would be a new life. Perhaps it was my imagination, but it seemed to shine just a tad brighter, almost as though it were spurring me on.

It isn’t much of an escape, however, as my slumber is peppered with nightmares of Father being killed, Ann being captured and tortured; one garish image merging into another until I’m forced to open my eyes. As I return to a state of wakeful awareness, my heart rate spikes up when I sense a presence of another being in the hut. Slowly, hesitantly, I turn to face whoever is in the room. I’m staring into the glowing eyes of a Cursed One. They have found me.

Was it fate that made me see him the first time? Was it the work of fate that I wasn't killed? Was it the work of fate that I was assigned to work here. Is it the work of fate that I'm seeing him again? If it is fate, then there has to be a reason. The question is what is the reason? * * JAMAL Cursed! Cursed! I kept hearing the voices as I walked out, I shook my head yet it didn't stop and immediately I stepped out of the room, It was like something hit me in full force!

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."

Why are you here? Shouldn't you be reading some other story instead? I mean, who wants to hear about some cursed woman that is responsible for the death of her entire pack? Women, children, warriors. The Alpha and Luna. So many innocents died that night because of me you know..... turn away before it's too late. Please. You're.... still here? What do you mean you don't believe in my curse?! ........ listen, sir or ma'am or....... person? It doesn't matter who or what you are, this will find you and hurt you. So go before I hurt someone else. A stranger no less..