Absolute Hypnosis In Another World Novels & Stories

Waiting to win. "It's here." I gasp. "The Absolute. It's coming. It's offering. Help me. Please. Help me refuse. Help me stay Aurora. Help me die right instead of erase wrong." "We're here." They surround me. All four. Holding my hands. Being present. Being family. Even forgetting. Even strangers. Being enough. "We're here. You're not alone. You're Aurora. You're ours. You're you." The Absolute manifests. Not visible. Just presence. Just voice. Just temptation. Speaking directly into my dying mind. Into my desperate soul. Into my suffering everything.

Hundreds! "Believe me Protector, you are not in any position to decline this, I’m sure the consenting silence received from your father tells otherwise. The end of the world is near, what you only witness today was caused by your potency trying to manifest itself however billions of lives will tarnished if you don’t do anything about becoming who you’re meant to be, we beg of you, This is not a matter to be taken lightly. We’ll show you the way to control your potency, and the whole wide world will follow your lead."

The world around me, already a distorted blur, begins to spin faster. My vision tightens, narrowing to a pinprick of existence. I barely even hear her voice anymore, just the insistent thrum of her magic inside my veins, a dark, rhythmic beat that matches my own frantic pulse. There’s nothing left. No anchor to reality. No name that can call me back. Just the hypnotic rhythm of her mouth, the pervasive pulse of her spell, consuming me, dissolving me. BOOM. The world explodes.

He looked exhausted, his head slumped against the glass, but as the camera zoomed in, his eyes snapped open, his pupils dilated and dark, his gaze fixing on the lens with a terrifying, primal intensity. "Verina... don't... come... for... me..." Silas’s voice was a digital ghost, a distorted, synthesized rasp that seemed to be coming from the very walls of the room. "The Archive... it’s not a machine... it’s a mirror... if you buy me... you’re buying the end of the world..."

I whispered. He gave a sharp nod. His power rose around us, a familiar cloak of shadow and brimstone, promising the instantaneous, jarring transit back to the safety of his penthouse. The ancient stone walls of the library began to dissolve. But the transition was wrong. Instead of the violent, immediate rush of Hell, the world smeared into a nauseating gray void. The port stalled, trapping us in a liminal, soundless space between worlds. It felt thick, like we were moving through freezing molasses. A pressure built against my skull, a feeling of being watched, not by eyes, but by a vast, dispassionate intelligence.

I choked out. “No.” His grip tightened. “It is beginning.” “What is beginning?” His voice was barely a whisper. “The awakening.” My eyes flew open as light exploded through my entire body. And the world vanished.

Ama looked at the screen. Then at the distant horizon. Then back again. A strange calm settled over her. Not confidence. Not certainty. Something else. Acceptance. Whatever waited beyond the horizon had already altered everything. The Pillars were awakening. The Council was moving. Reality itself was changing. Refusing the connection would not stop any of it. Slowly, she touched the screen. The response was immediate. The request vanished. The display went completely dark. For one second. Two. Three. Then the world disappeared.

Reyna backed away and answered, "It's my turn to ask you questions." I nodded my head in reply. "Miles... what's your condition?" Hmm... should I tell her? Apysichos is a mythical disease, so she'll probably think I have some screws loose- Wait a minute! Other then Ria, Reyna knows I'm from another world. If that isn't mythical, I don't know what is! In a casual tone, I answered, "Apysichos-" Reyna spat her coffee and shouted, "Apsy-what?! That's a mythical disease! No way in hell you have tha-"

Boston unplugged the telephone, closed the doors tightly, all the windows. “Damn it! What is happening?" he exclaimed, kicking the leg of the living room table until the table toppled and the glass shattered. The doorbell began to sound from outside, Boston didn't want to see who was coming. He sat on the sofa, covering his ears. He could not believe that after the hypnosis he did, all of this still happened. He was sure something was wrong, but he didn't know what it was. Obviously, earlier he saw the results of the hypnosis transmission were running smoothly. He could clearly see the report on the monitor this afternoon.

My chest rose sharply with each breath, blood still dripping from my arm where I had touched it. The place burned beneath my skin, something alive twisting underneath it now, responding to the creature’s presence like it had been asleep for years and had finally opened its eyes. I could still feel the memories clawing through my head. Cold water, chanting voices, hands forcing me down while something ancient wrapped itself around my body like smoke. I staggered back a step. An old woman near the front gasped quietly, the sound breaking whatever spell held the crowd together. Hr face had gone pale beneath the lantern glow. “Impossible.” She whispered. The word spread through them like fear it