Aladdin's Possession Novels & Stories

He shrugged her hand off before he left her alone. “Father, I think there is something strange going on. The maiden is pregnant which we were not told and she insists that King Aladdin is not responsible,” Prince Abu said to his father who only stared at in confusion mixed with annoyance. “Do not approach that maiden again. She is filling your head with nonsense. This is my time to teach King Aladdin a lesson. Your grandfather will be proud, my son,” King Abu said. It was obvious that he was following this plan for the sole purpose of proving a point.

Chapter 3: The Alpha's Possession** --- Damon's dark eyes fell on her, and he could feel her trembling beneath his gaze. His eyes never left her until she exited the courtyard. Damon’s smirk was replaced with a grim expression as he turned to his right-hand man, Alfred. "Take her body to my pets in the dungeon," Damon ordered, and Alfred quickly obliged. Alfred, who had served the Alpha as his Beta and right-hand man, wasted no time passing the instructions to the guards. Something told him his Alpha was in a bad mood, and irritating him further was not the wisest choice—unless he had plans of ending up six feet under.

The sound of cricket could be heard as she keep running, panting sharply. The wet grass scraping her foot as she kept running barefoot. “.......I can hear you.” The Alpha Damien of Greek pack shouted. “You are my mate and you have no where to run.” Slightly breathless, she shouted back at the Alpha, ..........LET ME BE, you big ANI..... out of breath, she squeaked as she hit a dead end.... You are mine, the Alpha humbly replied with a sly smile on his face.

Strolling through my closet looking at all my dresses with that sparkle in her eyes she's always had when she sees something she likes. My life was never sunshine and rainbows, like the hundreds of fairy tales I've read— it was like a horror story with no light peeking through the curtains and Alyssa was the demon haunting me. Making everything worse. I'm not sure why she's here but whatever the reason is, it can't be good. "You have really good dresses," she speaks up holding one of my dresses in her hands. "You got lucky." Lucky? Definitely no. "I'm taking this," she says and folds the dress in her arms.

Her blood turned to ice. He straightened, his shadow falling over her. “Now listen carefully, Calla. You’re not a hero. You’re not a savior. You’re a pawn. My pawn” His eyes hardened. “And if you so much as think about betraying me again, I'll make sure your brother stops breathing." The words settled deep, heavy, and final. Somewhere deep inside her, a door slammed shut. And Calla knew, with sick certainty, that there was no way out anymore.

He must have used magic, claiming that odd looking band around his wrist did this as to not expose himself. I'm not sure why the discretion. I would guess a King would typically enjoy the flaunt of something as rare as magic. "What game are you trying to play with me?" I question into the air. I'm more focused on Tai, than the world around me, as he has the audacity to act surprised. "Game?" "You used magic."

"But Callisto, I'm having so much fun. Are you sure you don't want to join me for a nightcap?" Callisto chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "As tempting as that sounds, Malia, I think it's best if you rest for now. You'll thank me in the morning." I sighed dramatically, my mind spinning with reckless thoughts. "Fine, fine. I'll listen to you, Mr. Bossy Pants." With a smirk, he led me towards my room, his grip steady and reassuring. As we walked, a mischievous thought entered my intoxicated mind. What if I could seduce Callisto? Surely, that would be the ultimate adventure.

he begged. "Is there a way to stop him from getting possessed?" Alpha Jones sounded like he was fed up of him. "We won't want a possessed guard roaming around the Manor" he waved at him

I tried again, voice cracking with desperation, "Remember when you first met me? At Silver Moon? Remember how you found me as a slave? You said I was the moon in your darkness. You have to remember!" He roared.. deafening, guttural and lunged once more. I barely managed to leap aside, tumbling down to my knees in the wet grass. My arms shook, body screaming from the strain, but I refused to give up. Simone appeared beside me, breathless, her face ghost-white and streaked with sweat. “Alison,” she gasped. “I…I couldn’t find anything. No spell residue, no trace of dark magic nearby. It’s like... this possession came out of nowhere. And I couldn't find any herb capable of despelling this posses

"I, Hadassah, will resurrect my true body and power by in return of your flesh. And it will be tomorrow." "No, no, please don't do this to me!" Celandine begged the voice, crying hard. The mysterious voice, Hadassah's soul laughed cruelly and started her possession spell. Two scary hands like roots came out from the mist and grabbed the little girl's head and continued to chant, "Cestuj mou duši do nitra této hlavy, zmocni se jí, zmocni se jí." Celandine squeezed her eyes tightly.