Dark Hypno Novels & Stories

Chad nodded and led Suri to the backyard, entering the prepared treatment room. Suri was excited yet nervous. Chad smiled at her and said, "Relax and watch my hand." Despite Chad's reassurance, Suri remained tense. However, as soon as she looked at Chad's hand, she felt a sense of calm wash over her, and her mind went blank. Chad snapped his fingers next to Suri's ear, causing her to lose self-awareness completely. This was the oldest form of hypnosis, also known as psychotherapy. Chad then commanded Suri, "Follow my instructions, undress!"

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.

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.

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

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"

With a steadying breath, Aqua placed her hands over her heart and concentrated, allowing her thoughts to drift like leaves carried on the wind. “Mom… Dad…” she whispered, her voice trembling yet resolute. “If you can hear me, please, I need you.” A tingling sensation enveloped her as the air thickened with energy, crackling around her like static electricity. The room dimmed, shadows shifting as if responding to her call. In that moment, she felt a pull—a gravitational force drawing her inward, deeper into the essence of the universe. “Let me hear you,” she urged, pouring her heart into her words. “I’m ready.”

My mind keeps replaying the look in his eyes before he left. I glance toward the clock beside the bed. 1:12 AM. He said he would be back in a few hours. That gives me enough time to prepare. I move toward my bag resting near the couch and pull the tiny bottle from inside. The clear liquid swirls slightly beneath the dim lights. The sleeping drops. Strong enough to knock someone out according to the description on the bottle. I stare at it for several seconds. This feels insane but if I can get into his phone, maybe I’ll finally find what I have been curious about.

The guilt was suffocating me. I pulled out the tiny glass vial I’d bought from an apothecary, filled with a concentrated liquid blend of Valerian root and high-dose melatonin, marketed as a "Deep Sleep Elixir." It smelled earthy and would be easily masked. Jason walked out, wrapped only in a towel, while he dried his hair with another. He looked over, an appreciative smile spreading across his face. “Sunshine, you really went all out. This place is incredible. What’s next, a full body massage?”

The good news was that he did find a condition similar to that of Sienna’s. But the bad news was that the word that was written there made Dr. Watte feel a chill in his heart. ‘Incurable.’ This kind of psychedelic hypnosis would cause a person to fall asleep and experience the most painful moments of their life over and over again in the dream world. The weaker a person’s willpower was, the weaker the effect. On the contrary, those with strong willpower would be affected a hundred thousand times more! And Sienna belonged to the latter!