Absolute Hypnosis In Another World Novels & Stories

Whitney Westbrook clutches her pregnancy test results, her heart brimming with joy as she imagines how thrilled Lennox Graham will be when he finds out she's pregnant. But a little girl suddenly rushes out from around the corner, startling her. "Mommy, hurry up and divorce Daddy! He's going to get you killed!" Whitney's first thought is: Whose kid is pulling a prank on me? She manages a strained smile, then crouches down to meet Nola at eye level. "Sweetie, you've got the wrong person." "No, I don't!" Nola suddenly raises her voice. "Mommy, Daddy doesn't love you at all! He's always been in love with Winona!" Whitney's expression freezes. People in their social circle occasionally mention th

I swear I'll tell you everything at another time. Zylah and Anne looked at each other, frowning, when they watched me again, I shook my fingers with my hands down. They didn't even notice the infernal magic and magenta tones rising to their faces. They didn't even have time to speak when the magenta power entered through their mouths and noses, wrapping their human and fragile brains with a cloud of magic, leaving them totally at the mercy of my wills. The looks of my friends became opaque and inattentive, so I ordered with a voice that only they could hear, still hypnotized by that spell that Don't try to help me. Whatever happens. Whatever happens. Stay together."

Then you carry him, as he would carry you," stated Amenia. He failed you once but has been making up for it, and we gave him a second chance, so let go of your inhibitions, forgive him and move on. That is the nature of your bond; it is not without flaws, but it is strong. Suddenly, Amenia's demeanour changed. Her golden eyes shone, and her ears angled forward. "Hailey, there is something you must see." "What is it?" Hailey asked, her tone dripping with apprehension. Amenia loomed closer, growing bigger in my presence. "Shut your eyes and follow me." I listened, and then the world turned into a swirl of mist. Then the images appeared, flashes of how innumerable beings would bow down before m

When I didn't move to stab myself, the voice felt closer as it muttered, "Stab yourself now! You're better off dead!" As soon as I processed those words, I concerntrated on the voice that was whispering into my ear and turned my hand in the direction of the voice in one quick movement. A pained hiss filled my ear and the illusion that I was placed in vanished. Alpha Clause wasn't dying and Aloha Ross wasn't even there with us. I knew that it had to be an illusion since my Alpha mate was powerful and strong, he wouldn't die easily, and the hypnosis was literally telling me to kill myself.

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.