Books About Possession Novels & Stories

“If it were ten years then, she would’ve been in the territories for about four years ago…” “She has,” mom cut in, her claws shooting out now. Dad reached out for her hand and they looked into each other’s eyes, probably mind-linking before mom took a deep breath and dropped onto the seat beside him, falling in his arms. “Penelope began this diary four years ago and a sign of possession is writing… writing feelings and whatever’s happening to them, to ease the voices in their heads. There is so much of it in the diary that I had to endure…” She gritted her teeth, I heard the sound. “…the most horrific things she wrote.” “But a demon can’t possess someone unless given permission.” There was t

Many humans who have gone mad and committed heinous crimes for seemingly no reason have, in fact, been possessed by one, or more, of the shadow people. Tara couldn’t believe what she read. Here before her was the answer to Dennis’s disappearance. She frowned at the time she wasted searching the library when it was in the book the entire time. Her mind snapped back to the realization that she was directed to this information by Brandon and she scowled. “If you knew of this why did we waste time in the library?” she demanded. “I didn’t know you possessed the book,” he said. His explanation seemed solid, so Tara decided to let it drop.

”I believe it's a ghost that possessed her? "So it's a ghost which possessed her," I asked. "Yes, i believe so," she answered me. She moved toward the bookshelf, pulling down a thin, leather-bound volume that looked like it hadn't been opened in a century. "You know how spirits linger until what anchors them is gone?" I nodded to that. It was basic lore—every shifter knew that ghosts needed a reason to stay in the physical world.

The books they had on the subject seemed sadly outdated and she silently wondered if this exercise would bear results. Eli, being the Head Librarian, was able to sniff out what they needed fast, and she was sure the seven books on the desk were about all he could find. Most of them dealt with hauntings and spirit possessions, but none it seemed, could tell her how to kill an evil spirit. Not just banish it, but kill it and send it hurtling to hell, where it belonged.

“Dark magic, and old magic to be precise.” My dad looked at Uncle Leon as if verifying if what he was hearing was correct. “Tell your father everything,” Uncle Leon said to me. “I know that you already had an idea that something was wrong with Chloe,” I started to say. “Yes,” my father agreed as he ran a hand through his hair, “But all I thought was someone made her forget things. Just like what had happened to us. I never expected that someone would dare possess her.” “This is not the usual kind of possession,” the healer continued to explain. “The usual possession that we know is someone entering another person’s body, leaving his or her own body.”

“Tell me, is it necessary for us to bring in ‘Black Lotus’?” Halter thought for a while before answering, “Yes, in my opinion, having her within our range could be advantageous—not only her, but also ‘the Sage Physician’. However, both of them are only accessible through the website. They are hard to reach. I asked ‘the Bishop’ to inquire about the one responsible for assigning jobs, but it was impossible. There were no results.” Michael was rather surprised. “an Information that even he cannot find… interesting.”

You could say I no longer saw him as the man who was threatening me but as the man who I met last night. Once close, one hand buried itself in my hips and pulled me flush against him. "Now you are mine and mine only...You are my possession." I wasn't sure if it was the dominant way he phrased it or the husky, firm voice he used, but his words aroused something...a desire of some sort. And I couldn't discard the fact that my heart throbbed frantically behind my chest, much like two years ago when I had been in a totally different situation with a totally different guy.

I'd wander around this enormous house like a ghost, maybe read a book, maybe stare out the window at the gardens I wasn't allowed to walk in alone. "Maybe I should go visit Ronan's beasts that he calls pets," I muttered, twirling my fork in the pasta without actually eating any. "Getting familiar with them won't be so bad." The idea actually appealed to me. At least animals were honest. They didn't pretend to care about you while keeping you prisoner. They either liked you or they didn't, and they showed it. I was still lost in thought, my fork hovering over the untouched plate, when another maid appeared in the doorway. This one looked nervous, clutching something in her hands.

I remembered being told not to open it unless it was necessary. I furrowed my brows, crouching to pick up the book as my curiosity got the best of me. I flipped through pages. Most of the words were gibberish, information about ancient magic. I was about to close the book when a line snagged my attention. “Blackened wounds after blood bonding may indicate possession by extinct lineages—stealers. Parasites that take on another’s form by ingesting their blood. To survive, they must feed repeatedly on the host or risk losing the mimic.”

I knew how crazy I sounded in my head but there was nothing that could shock me again after reading the contents of that old book. This wasn't the way I thought I was going to die. Maybe falling off a cliff or walking off into an active volcano but never did I think I would go out being eaten by a fucking witch. Hansel was going to return anytime soon. It was obvious he was still under Barbra's spell. I could remember reading a piece from the strange book where they had mentioned the weakness of her spells. The portion had simply said a stronger one had to repossess her prisoners. What's this about possessing and about prisoners? So far I hadn't noticed a dungeon where prisoners were to be k