Dark Hypno Novels & Stories

"Can a hypnotized person hurt the one, he once cared for?" "Yes, most hypnotized people, ended up suffering from depression, especially schizophrenia, which is a long-term mental disorder of a type involving a breakdown in the relation between thought, emotion, and behavior, leading to faulty perception, inappropriate actions, and feelings, withdrawal from reality and personal relationships into fantasy and delusion, and a sense of mental fragmentation.'' Doctor Joel's explanation made her break down, she cried and rested on Noor's chest, how come she didn't see that Noor was suffering because of her "I have no idea of anyone to reach, except Lauren who brought him here, he has been the one

Edward said. “There is no such thing as talking skeletons,” I repeated. Edward had me continue repeating the mantra while he turned on a metronome. The slow ticking of the metronome lulled me into a somewhat dazed state. Next, he described images to me; peaceful scenery, like the ocean at sunset, or a field of flowers, to help me relax. I started to breathe deeply and felt my heart rate slow down, and soon I was completely susceptible to Edward’s hypnosis…

I sat stiffly across from him, my hands gripping the armrests of the chair. "Relax, Thorne," he said in a calm, measured tone. "Hypnosis isn't magic. It's a tool to help your mind unlock what it's already holding. You may not get everything at once, and that's okay. I nodded, though my chest felt tight. "Let's just get started." He guided me through a series of breathing exercises, his voice soothing as he instructed me to close my eyes and focus on his words. Slowly, I felt myself slipping into a trance-like state, my mind growing quieter.

Isabella sat in front of Ezekiel, the world’s most renowned hypnotist. But what most people didn't know was that Ezekiel was also a powerful werewolf, a secret he kept hidden behind his calm and professional demeanor. His abilities as a hypnotist were enhanced by his supernatural nature, allowing him to delve deeper into the minds of those he helped. Isabella, unaware of his true identity, presented herself before him, her thin face and sunken eyes, combined with her reverent demeanor, making her look like a devout believer.

"Sleeping pills enables a person to sleep without thought and will enter into a deep sleep state. With hypnotism, that person will enter a semi-conscious state and through verbal cues, will be guided to perform actions they're unaware of." "Then basically, there really are lawless people who would tempt people and have them seek lawless wealth?" ...... All was quiet in the room. Raeleigh wasn't bothered by it and waited for Revon's answer.

he served whisky. while he poured a a cup full, the therapist felt like she would be able to kill, like she was about to die, like she was fading away just now,and never coming back. she felt as though she'd fallen off the face of the Earth from the realization that there was indeed a secret, that H, of all people , was a part of the grand joke. "since when have you all been hypnotizing me?" "quite some time now." "who's involved?"Dr montoya frowned.

Daniel loved to check out the handy work of all his demons. “Excellent,” Daniel said. “Simple.” Replied Drake with a cool smile. Daniel started the chant that would banish Drake’s passenger. The human dropped with a sickening thud. Daniel watched as the black void jetted out of the human. Daniel knew that the human would know real evil had ridden him for a night, but he would never have a way to explain it.

She hated how her thighs clenched together, how slick was already sliding between them, her heat demanding, begging. Evren crossed the space in a blur. He sniffed at her neck, exhaling a hot breath across her pulse. “You’re ripe, little moon.” His tongue darted out, tasting her sweat. “You’re suffering.” “We can ease it,” Dren said, already tossing his shirt aside. “You just have to beg.” Silviya’s breath hitched as Dren pulled something from the satchel at his waist, a smooth obsidian toy etched with runes. A pulse of power came off it, and her body reacted instantly.

Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly the two heavyweights slowly fell asleep without realizing it. “Boss, I have checked all the goods, very good.” The powerful man standing in the dark quietly smoked a cigarette, each faint ring of smoke made it difficult for others to understand what he was thinking. The old man nodded slightly, threw away the cigarette, and spoke in a low, hoarse voice. The voice was cold as if it had no temperature. "Return."

Harvey’s plan had succeeded! Pfft! Cody’s body trembled before he fell to the ground, kneeling. Blood gushed out of his mouth. He was shivering nonstop, as if he was an old man. The hypnosis technique had drained him completely. He was no longer a Great Monk—he was just an old cripple. Cody didn’t scream, nor did he struggle. He only clenched his chest, his face a look of utter disbelief. He wasn’t dead, but he was infinitely close.