Absolute Hypnosis In Another World Novels & Stories

Oxygen refused to seep into my bloodstream. I was panicking, and for the life of me, I couldn’t stop. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” I chanted as dark spots flecked my vision. “I’m trapped in another fucking world. No big deal. No big deal. Oh, Gods—” “Another world? Only a foolish little mortal would think such a thing.” Came a feminine voice dripping with cold amusement. It was ice water cascading down my back, causing me to leap to my feet towards the musical sound. A chill slithered through the air, gliding along my sweat-slick forehead.

"You are meant for this." I shut my eyes, finding my breath. “Let me go, Max.” His fingers twitched like he was itching to argue. Then—slowly—he released me. I stepped forward. Where my fingers rested, the altar hummed, a near electric pulse thrumming through the stone. And then— The world tilted. I was no longer in the catacombs. I was somewhere else. A memory. No — something older than memory.

Three years into the apocalypse, my girlfriend, a captain of the Spark Sanctuary, kept me stuck living in the outer quarantine belt for 1,095 days. Every time I dragged my battered body to her with an entry pass in hand, she would put on a conflicted expression. "Shane, you're my boyfriend, so I have to avoid showing favoritism. These spots need to go to the families of fallen soldiers. Just wait a little longer. You don't have special abilities, so you're just regular muscle inside." I bought her excuses completely, turning right back around to risk my life fighting through swarms of infected. It wasn't until the day I accumulated my ninth entry pass, crawling back to find her while bur

But eventually there was a final boundary. Beyond that boundary was a world where none of the laws of their existence applied. A world where people could create universes with nothing more than imagination. A world where their lives could be reduced to words. A world where their fate could be changed by a single decision. Sophia’s eyes widened. “You’re saying someone is watching us?” The First Silence nodded. “Someone has always been watching.” Sophia looked at the black book. “And now he knows we are aware of him.” Asterion answered:

"Since when did you ask for help from a murderer?" "Look Rick,believe me,I'm not Ariana. I'm not from this world" "You from Mars?",I asked getting fed up of her stupidity. "No,it's a parallel world Rick,Zino city and Zino village. At first it was confusing, but now I know,I'm very sure of that.In my world you're my boyfriend, you have tattoos on your left arm and a scar under it but here it's totally different". I couldn't understand what she was rambling about.

A part of me, this instinct of mine, knows that what I'm about to hear is going to change my life, and I'm in doubt whether I want to hear it or not, and I think it showed on my face because the three of them were apprehensive. "Sophia, the supernatural world does exist." Hyperion began to speak calmly, I knew he was analyzing my reactions. I think my disbelief was clear because Perseus took a deep breath and rolled his eyes. "It's not quite like the books you've read... I looked it up, but some facts are very similar." Hyperion continued, but my debauched smile was even more visible. "That won't work." I heard Perseus mutter, and then he turned to me.

Alexander, standing beside me, grips my shoulders tightly, pulling me closer to him, as if he could shield me from the immense power filling the space. The beam slowly envelops Caelum, wrapping around him like a golden serpent. The light pulses, a living throb that syncs with the beat of my own heart. It’s hypnotic and terrifying. When the light is finally absorbed into Caelum's body, it feels as if time itself pauses for a moment. Seraphina stops chanting, and the environment returns to normal with an almost audible sigh. She casually wipes her hands, a gesture that contradicts the magnitude of what she's just done.

The vision begins fracturing, the vast silver landscape rippling and distorting as Cassian's voice pulls me back toward my actual surroundings, and I catch one final, fragmented glimpse before the connection fully severs: the massive shapes drawing closer to whatever convergence point exists on their side of the Threshold, their ancient eyes carrying something that isn't quite hostility, but isn't quite welcome either. Something closer to recognition. The particular, weighted recognition of something long separated finally sensing its missing piece drawing near again. I gasp back into my actual body, the ruined courtyard swimming back into focus around me, Cassian's hands steady on my should

Somewhere below, people were laughing in rooftop bars, arguing in traffic, planning weddings and business meetings… Completely unaware the world was already beginning to rot. My fingers tightened. A pantry full of canned food wouldn’t save us anymore. Not if the timeline kept accelerating. I needed to understand the Sovereign Space better. Needed to know exactly what kind of miracle—or weapon—I had been given. I lowered myself onto the living room floor, exhaling slowly as I closed my eyes. “System…” I whispered softly. “Expand.” The silver interface inside my mind shimmered. Then the world vanished.

Everything went dark. The world fell silent. ⸻ “Oh my God…” I gasped for air. There wasn’t even time to assess where I was—I just clung to the body holding me like my life depended on it. Because it did. I wrapped my legs and arms around the angel of Hell as tightly as I could. “I’m sorry you’re so slow to grasp things without hypnosis,” he said, “but if I have to show you what you could be experiencing… then fine, baby, I’ll show you.”