Books About Possession Novels & Stories

“I then went through three witchcraft textbooks, and I think the rogues had been organized because of a potion they drank which rendered them like puppets – easy to manipulate.” “I only see good news, seeing as we’re figuring out what happened,” I drawled, my eyes focused on her solely, just about ready to pounce should she do anything suspicious. To say I was on edge would be the understatement of the century. I felt threatened in my own territory, and that was insane really… but it was what it was. “The bad news is seeing as it is a potion, and not a spell, it would be extremely hard to nullify it,” she said with a small mocking smile which I was dying to wipe off her face. “We don’t know

My main focus had been the books. A white piece of paper on the floor caught my attention, and I knew exactly what they had taken. The single sheet filled with my mother's writing must have slipped off the podium without them noticing when they stole the aged and large spellbook that I had used to summon my demon king.

And a carefree, warmth-filled woman who didn’t even realize she was changing everything around her just by existing. He wanted to own the space she walked into. She wanted to breathe inside it. He saw love as possession. She saw love as freedom. And neither of them knew yet — They were about to become each other’s greatest weakness. Author’s Note Hi readers 🤍 His Possession, Her Freedom is my second novel and a deeper step into my writing journey. This story comes entirely from my own imagination, shaped by emotions, contrasts, and the delicate line between possession and freedom in love. It explores power, vulnerability, control, warmth, and what happens when two completely different emoti

If the harbinger only needed Ann, what was the reason for bringing Lana in the first place? “Hahahaha.” Jade smirked. “It's actually obvious. Possession is not just about the body, the mind is mostly the one being overtaken.” “What do you think is more easy to possess? A mind that is stronger and filled with hope, love and the positive emotions that life brings or the desolate, guilt ridden, shattered mind of a sister who murdered her own sister?” “Ohh.” Lana nodded, her eyes glared at that cauldron with so much fury.

This is Festar’s space, no doubt about it. I look around slowly. The walls are a soft, cool gray. Shelves line one side of the room, stacked with worn books and framed pictures. His world is in this room, and it’s quiet and still. The bed in the center is massive—bigger than any I’ve ever seen. It’s covered in a thick navy comforter, and tucked beneath it are dark red sheets that remind me of wine and blood. There are pillows stacked at the head of the bed, huge and inviting, like they’re daring someone to get lost in them.

The whole possession thing? 'For fucks sake, Casey.' He sighed, but I swear I saw a glimmer of a smile pulling on the corners of his mouth. 'If you must know,' he said, sitting down on the sofa and reaching for his boots which he began to pull on. 'Possession is a thing, just not one of ours. Most supposed demonic possessions are bullshit hoaxes, either set up by the Council to scaremonger humans into believing their lies, or by your people out to find their five minutes of fame. Originally, of course, it was the first of those two. Council agents would possess the person in question, and make people believe it was the work of the Devil or his demons, and when the Church, in all its many for

Even though the little girl looked harmless, since she was an astral being, of course they had to be more vigilant. Mainly because there were no chains or anything to put her under control. "It does not matter. In the book I read, when a soul-possessor possessed another creature, its power would be on par with the creature that it possessed." Claire then walked over to the little girl and grabbed her hair so she could look into her eyes. “So, what can the soul possessor in this child's body do?” she asked mockingly. “FUCK!” Suddenly the little girl cursed and at once, she didn't look like a seven year old child anymore.

Liam’s explanation made my frightful heart calm down a little. We returned to the books researching for another two hours before we began to calm down and mark out pages, the answers we were seeking were beginning to come forth. “I found something.” Lucas was the first to speak up. “What did you find?” His brother asked him, my attention was also drawn to it. “It says here that a black magician can use the body of a weaker wolf and use his body. However, the wolf must be alive unless the possession will not be complete or capable.” “A possession? So is it trying to say that it is the pale-faced man that took over Abel and we have not been dealing with Abel at all.” Liam analyzed.

“And if she’s using physical conduits, there must be texts that describe counter-rituals. The old priests wrote about spiritual cleansing. Possession-breaking.” “Possession?” The word burned in my throat. Lira nodded slowly. “That’s what this is, Damon. The first thread of it.” Rayna exhaled, steady but cold. “Then we find the thread and cut it before she weaves the rest.” “Somewhere in this library,” Lira said, scanning the endless shelves, “there’s a volume called ‘Divine Inversions.’ It’s one of the oldest texts on corrupted bindings. Half myth, half manual. I haven’t read it yet; the last archivist sealed it after the war of the twin gods. Thanks to Wendrah we have it here. But if the se

The book had over twenty chapters explaining about the forces of darkness and most were filled with demons and ways of how to kill/banish them but not ones that could perform possessions. Still, as Jake looked at his brother, it all felt more than that. This was no normal possession. This was something different and he began to flip the book's pages. "Better hurry up there, book wizard!" Gabriel yelled, leaning against the wall. "Of course!" blurted out Jake after going through a certain page, "Hell fire !" The moment Jake uttered those words, his brother's body began to tremble uncontrollably. He hissed then fell to the ground in a heap before starting to convulse.