Romans & histoires Books About Possession

She could have made the dungeon warm if she still possessed her powers. “I promise everyone that I will try my best to get you out of this hell. Please don't give up and believe me.” She said and wanted to leave, but one of them stopped her. “I noticed something strange about Beta Decimus,” “I noticed it too,” another said. “I think he is possessed,” another said, and the first two nodded in agreement. Carissa knew what was going on immediately. The spirit world had possessed him.

Grabbing the book I look at Delia " I don't care if this book possessed your sister or if it hurt and killed people, do you understand that " " what are you saying milady" Looking at the book I nod my head then my gaze moves back to meet a confused-looking Sebastian " I have made up my mind, this book will accept and worship me, I have come so far for this stupid book, it's the only way for me to be strong and not opening it will determine my death so what do you think I should do! Just sit back and enjoy the show while death comes to take me?" Growling I purred "I am going to try and open it one more time and trust me, it better open because it belongs to me!! I will possess it, not the oth

The dark veins on her neck moved slightly with her pulse. -- Lucian had left three boxes of books stacked against the far wall of the main room and I opened the first one and started reading and did not stop for hours. Most of it was terrifying in the specific way that information is terrifying when it confirms the worst thing you were already afraid of. Soul possession through blood magic. The host soul weakens incrementally with each surfacing of the invading consciousness. Over time the host's grip on their own body becomes unreliable, then intermittent, then absent. The invader does not kill the host. They simply crowd them out, slowly, until there is nothing of the original person left

And finally, and most importantly, Oppressive possession: This is also called doorway possession, and was one of the rarest forms reported. Unlike the other forms, oppressive possession requires two victims. The first needs to remain close to the possessing force and used as a conduit of sorts, a base where the demonic entity can “import” its malicious visions and phantasmagoria. The second should remain mobile and acts as a “delivery” system. Both parties should be relatively young (as the possession takes a toll on them physically), and creative as the entity will draw from their minds, like a sort of battery.

I opened the sliding door wardrobe and my eyes quickly narrowed to the wooden base floor of the wardrobe where I had kept the gift bag that contained the cook book. My knees sunk to the ground as I shuffled and rummaged through the various little bags. "Where is that cook book!?"I groaned out in frustration. My hands ran through my hair as my eyes scanned the bags. I then spotted it hiding at the far end corner. A smile appeared on my face as I took it out. I was about closing the wardrobe when I noticed something shiny in between the numerous tuxedos that belonged to Raphael hanging in the wardrobe. My eyes squinted and widened. I dropped the gift bag and pushed Raphaels tuxedos apart only

A steel pipe in her hand as she walked around the disorganized room 'You'll be so dead once Lewis gets back "Fiona muttered running her fingers on the torn portrait. All Lewis life time memories,the ones he values more than life were kept here. The room is forbidden from anyone to enter expect him but during cleaning day. Fiona snuck in Her plan is perfect; Put the blame on anyone he finds in the room And what better person is there than Melanie.. All the portrait were successfully destroyed by Fiona but who would know once Lewis finds Melanie in the room? "What's happening here ?"Lewis cold voice came from outside the room. Fiona happiness increased as Melanie stirred. "Better get going" Fi

breathless, he was stealing my first kiss “B..let me go.” Day by day, the vision blurred, it seemed that the other guys were standing up and starting to leave this room one by one, leaving only him and me. Why? Isn't this a business talk? I was thinking in fear, his voice continued to play in my ear "why do you dare to think while having intercourse with me?" “T… I don't have one! Please forgive me, I really don't sell my body, I only turmeric, .. if you want, ask another go girl."

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I try to walk past him but he catches me and turns his back to the sofa to sit with me on his knees. I could fight him off, but I don't. I grab his hands and I let him see into my mind again. I let him see what I find suspicious and I let him follow through my conspiracies. I let him feed because he has expended himself keeping up with me. I worry that he might turn on me though, as he had under possession before. Which gives me my last grand scheme. "Nox, can you be possessed by two people at once?" "No. No you cannot. One will take precedence over the other."

My 'disputed' abilities were all post-college employment, thank you very much. Did the ghosts possess me/tell me to do things? I was not possessed and, discounting sexual bondage and my current work venue, had never been possessed. From my limited exposure, ghosts wanted to not be alone in the afterlife – to be guided to a final resting place with others of their kind/family/friends. None had taught me languages, asked me to steal something, or kill anyone.