Dark Hypno Novels & Stories

Laynie You know when your asleep but not really? I once took a psychology class in college. I learned a couple of important facts in that class. One, I am not meant to be a psychologist, at all. Second, slow wave sleep is stage three and four of the five stages of sleep. It is in this stage that you find yourself asleep, but when and if your jolted awake by something, you are unsure of your surroundings. You are not sure where you are for a moment, you have no idea how long you were out, and it takes you a second to remember what woke you up. I was definitely in the slow wave stage.

alexander took a sip and smiled at Brenda. "Well, I prefer to be direct and to the point Mr. VonStrudell, I am an anthropologist, and for years I have been dabbling in the world of the paranormal, for me it was very difficult to get here, DarkVille, is a city that is too hidden in the globe, and it requires too much research to get to a place like this." "And what makes you think it's a paranormal city, the fact that it's so dark and cold? In Antarctica there are places like this, or even darker."

The rain felt like knives lashing across my skin. The wind had been fierce. By then, the drugs had taken effect. The pain was excruciating. It gnawed deep down into my bones. I lay in complete darkness. I was helpless and terrified as heat escaped from my body. It turned out that the myth was true—one relived their whole life at death's door. The past began flashing past in my mind's eye. Just before I lost consciousness, I saw a faint light approaching me.

Arc 28: Deep End The pool is private. Heated. Lit from below, that specific blue-green glow that turns everything underwater into something else entirely. It's midnight and the resort is quiet and I've been in this water for twenty minutes doing things that have nothing to do with swimming. My bikini bottom is pushed to the side. My fingers are working slow circles on my clit and my head is tipped back against the pool edge and my lips are parted and I am completely, selfishly absorbed in my own pleasure in a pool I thought was empty.

Emma was curled up on the living room couch in a loose white tank top and tiny pink cotton shorts that barely covered the curve of her ass, scrolling through her phone while a rom-com played softly in the background. Ryan lounged in the armchair across from her, pretending to play on his own phone. In reality, he had spent the last three weeks perfecting **“HypnoControl”** — a secret app he’d coded in his computer science classes. It used subliminal audio triggers, visual pulsing patterns, and deep-embedded suggestions that could be delivered through any screen or speaker. Once installed and activated, it could rewrite obedience, arousal, and memory in the target’s mind with terrifying preci

Strange heartaches, periodic blackouts, schizophrenic episodes that came and went like a tide with no moon to answer to — Deimon was losing it, and the worst part was that he knew it. He hadn't called for the warm comfort of any maidens. His wolf had lost its appetite entirely, that ancient lustful hunger replaced by something older and darker he couldn't name or cage. It sat inside him like a splinter buried too deep to reach. It was just him alone in the cave, In total silence except for the echoing low acoustic rhythm of a record spinning in the corner — a healing frequency, they said, one that would align his energy and stitch his mind back to itself. Deimon doubted every note of it. But

After remembering for the eighth time that I am the real heiress to the wealthy Fletcher family, my brothers are about to hypnotize me again for the ninth time. My three older brothers, Dustin, Dominic, and Derek Fletcher, make me draw lots to decide the role that I'm going to have to assume after I'm hypnotized. The three lots are labeled "fake heiress", "the maid's daughter", and "the impoverished student the family is sponsoring". "Draw one." I don't move a muscle. Dustin's face turns grim first. "If you still want to continue living in the Fletcher household, Autumn, then stop trying to steal Daphne's identity away from her!" Dominic frowns and says impatiently, "Can't you be more

He muttered as he lost the remaining light in his eyes. Dr. David Cameron is a Full-time psychiatrist while a part-time hypnotist. He had the power to hypnotize any human into submission of their memories or secrets for that matter. He does this by having people watch his device that he invented himself called the Hypnotic watch. It doesn't hurt that he was an excellent Nobel prize winner for being the only Doctor to treat more than 900 cases of Depressed patients with mere counseling.

“This is what you needed, isn’t it? My cock inside you while you’re still soaked from class.” “Yes… fuck me harder,” she moaned. Her breasts pressed against the desk through her shirt. Her nipples were rock hard and sensitive. Professor Kane reached around and rubbed her clit in fast circles while he pounded into her. The dual stimulation pushed her toward another orgasm quickly. Her legs shook harder. She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy filled the room.

“It doesn't matter with who. You just have to have sex everyday. From now on, you are an insatiable cum pot for men. It's your true purpose,” “Yes.” “Good girl. When I count to five, I will snap my fingers and you will wake up. When you wake up, you will start drinking like the party animal that you are. You will order for whatever you want. Drinks, drugs, men, women, everything you are used to. You will go downstairs to dance. You will spend the whole night dancing, drinking, getting high, fucking. Do you understand?” “Yes.” “When you wake up, do not remember this hypnosis. Everything is your thoughts, your desire, your truth!”