Dark Hypno Novels & Stories

The chill seeped to her bones. "Truly… there's nothing at all that can be done?" she asked. Uriah shook his head. "I lived with the Ferrero family for six months, observing the onset of their illnesses. From my studies, hypnosis is the most effective way to alleviate it—but only to relieve symptoms. It cannot cure the root cause. If even hypnosis fails, then it is truly beyond medicine." Sharon's hand trembled, spilling a few drops of tea from her cup.

The idea of letting such a secret slip, even under hypnosis, terrified him. As time passed, however, his body began to relax. The tension in his muscles eased, his heartbeat slowed, and his consciousness began to fade, slipping into a haze. Just as he thought he was on the verge of total emptiness, the surroundings around him suddenly shifted, becoming unreal. It was as though he had been transported to a foreign space—an all-encompassing darkness that enveloped him. Everything became blurred and uncertain. The suffocating dark space filled him with a nameless fear, as though he were falling into an endless abyss, unable to escape.

“G-Guardian Coridon…” Zeke’s face turned ghastly pale with fear, and his knees buckled, sending him to topple to the ground instantly. Guardian Coridon spat out large mouthfuls of blood, and his gaze was filled with shock. “How… How could you…” His Sound Hypnosis Technique had failed him? Yet, he watched Kayson under the effect of Sound Hypnosis with his eyes earlier! Kayson did not explain further, but he found Guardian Coridon’s technique very interesting. Guardian Coridon utilized his voice to hypnotize a person into a deep sleep.

It felt like they had been teleported to an endless domain of eternal darkness. They lost total control of their body. Their limbs were stiff and their mouths could not form any sort of speech. Freedy sneered in satisfaction when he saw that they had fallen into his spell as they began to sink into a deep slumber. "Listen to my command and kneel!" He ordered them in a hypnotic state. Crash! Crash! Hilda, Gasper and Nuella pitched forward and fell to the floor in a kneeling position as their bodies followed his orders unconsciously.

Meadow breathed a couple of times and relaxed as Camila tried to make her rest. "Allow yourself to sink into a deep state of hypnosis," Camila said gently, and Meadow fell in quickly. "I want you to let go and give me nightshade," Camila said, and Meadow's breathing became rapid. It was an unusual response, but Camila remained calm. "Relax, there is just you and all the time you need," Camila said, and Meadow's breathing relaxed. It was clear that her subconscious was trying to hold on to control. It also meant that a form of hypnosis was already active on Meadow. Camila suspected it due to Meadow's reactions but kept it to herself. She needed to find out how many layers there were and how d

But in the dim light of the Great Hall, I saw the price. Maya was sitting on the floor, her small hands pressed against her temples. Every few seconds, her body would twitch, a sympathetic reflex mirroring a Hollow who had tripped or moved in the courtyard. In medicine, we call this "Hyper-Empathy Syndrome," but this was something far more invasive. This was Neural Entrainment on a tectonic scale. My daughter wasn't just leading them: she was absorbing the "Background Noise" of five hundred empty nervous systems.

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

he says with a wide smile on his lips, he opens the door and the typical and characteristic smell of blood floods my sense of smell again, I enter and the man Claus was torturing for the last three hours he looks horrible, he has wounds all over his body bathed in blood, he is only in his underwear and two clamps connected to a modern electricity generating device hang from his nipples, the son of a bitch was having fun, I look at him with displeasure and he smiles proudly “You wanted me to talk, right?...” I roll my eyes and approach the man who is between consciousness and unconsciousness “Hotchner….” I call him, the man barely moves his head. “Your daughter, she'll be fine... she won't re

"I'm going to put you in a hypnotic state. I want you to count from 1 to 100 and we're going to go back in time, back to when you were thirteen years old..." My subconscious began to drift as I counted, his words wedged deep in me as I allowed my body to relax and my mind to open up... ***

She dims the lights and begins speaking in a low, soothing voice. "Aviva, I want you to listen to the sound of my voice. Focus on the rise and fall of your breathing. Relax every muscle in your body, every thought in your mind. As I count backwards from ten, you will drift deeper and deeper into relaxation..." She began and before long, I sank deeper into a dark place. the therapist tried severally and at a point i got exhausted, " i can't recall anything, i could only see Darkness"