Doll Possession Novels & Stories

You could say that in such a short time, it became a dumpster instead of a house. But whatever...even if there was a big gorilla in front of me or some alien space ship speeding towards me, I don't think it would've been enough to faze me. The only thing that keeps getting on my nerves, is the fact that I'm now someone's 'possession'. Not just anyone's but the man who practically just beat my father half to death. How wonderful! I feel heavily disgusted to think that I actually kissed him and liked it...well to be honest 'liked' would be an understatement...I loved it. And not to mention the fact that I had mind-blowing sex with him once.

"Why did I hope that you would forget that?" Ivory chuckled. "We are here to collect on it. We need you to send an animal to a pack house for us." Dom tilted his head. "To a pack house? You do realize that a pack of wolves would be able to fight off an animal." "That's why we need your help. This animal wouldn't be from this world. It'd be from another." Dom frowned, and Demetria noticed a sweat break out across his forehead. "Hellhounds?"

"If this man isn't the only of such a scandal,then wouldn't you think of how many are roaming free while under the clothing of being shifters" He was right, if there were more of creatures like this chained man then certainly,it would be risky as shifters weren't able to sniff out damned souls so if this things could cloth as shifters then they could easily blend in. Without hesitation,Dorian agreed,his pack needed thorough check,he didn't want a chance of a damned soul being among his warriors. . . . ×××××××××××××××××× It was already evening by the time Dorian returned home.

One I recognized. The rear door opened. Fernando stepped out, smoothly, wearing a midnight blue suit that probably cost more than anything I currently owned. Next came Annabelle with a soulless expression. And last... Mortis. I reached for the handle of the front door, my breath steadying. Time to face the devil. But this time, the devil was going to learn something: I don’t run. Not anymore. And I don’t let people take what I care about.

Desperation. The kind of kiss you give someone when you’re not sure if you’ll get another. ⸻ Far across the city, in a quiet villa cloaked in shadows, a man stood over a chessboard. He moved a black bishop and smiled. “Tell the others,” he murmured to the figure beside him. “It’s time.” The woman nodded. “Target?” “Elana Moretti.” His smile widened. “Hurt the heart, and the beast will lose his mind.”

One hand after another. But before I could pull myself up, I heard a soft clink—a sound so faint I almost thought I imagined it. Then, I saw it. A small, sleek object fell from the maid’s pocket, hitting the ground with a soft thud. My eyes widened. It was a pistol.

he said, changing the god’s expression. “What’s with you? You just don’t look only different. But the way you also talk. It’s far from before. Is it an effect of staying in the mortal realm for so long?” “What you said is possible. But I don’t know what you are talking about. Nothing’s changed in me.” “So, what causes the possession to happen?” the god asked, reminding him of the main reason he was there. “Prepare yourself. It may surprise you. Everyone is wrong, thinking it was just a minor problem. Demons did the possessions.”

"He should just mind his own business." Zack snickered at that. That just seemed to annoy me even further. "Are you jealous?" I gave a little snort at that. "I have better things to do than be jealous of him." "I meant him and Carla." He repeated. "Are you jealous of them?" I passed him a glare at that which he just dismissed with other small laugh. "Shut up, Zack." ××××× "There's this someone named as Valtor. It's so odd. I don't know who he is and then I don't even know who my parents signed a contract with-" I blabbered as I talked to Stella on the phone.

I hadn’t stepped foot in a university library since I dropped out of grad school, and back then I wasn’t exactly the occult section’s most loyal visitor. But here I was, clutching a notebook full of increasingly unhinged observations about a possessed doll that whispered to me, made me come in my sleep, and definitely moved when I wasn’t looking. The logical part of my brain, the part that liked neatly restored paintings and clean brushes and answers, was having a very bad month.

She thought. “Did something happen?” Collette pressed. “Well,” Dolly said hesitantly, “we saw Aria there.” Collette gasped. Her hand went to cover her mouth in shock. The earlier discussion replayed in her head. Lord Flame, the enemy couldn't be the same as Valery, no. “She is a demoness.” Dolly explained, “Both her and her father have been posing as werewolves this whole time.”