Doll Possession Novels & Stories

Rose stammered, "If you don't have something to say, I'll go home." Jay Park didn't say anything, he just kept driving on a strange road that rose had never crossed. After a long time, he stopped the car in a place, rose looked up, in front of her eyes was a mansion and servants were standing outside the door, she asked in surprise, "oh my god, where is this?" "Me house." Jay Park gently and calmly replied, the servants saw the owner's car, so they opened the door and bowed, he drove the car into the gate, and drove down to the villa's private basement.

The one with the fresh flowers and the book I'd never read. I closed the door. Locked it. Leaned against the wood and slid down until I was sitting on the floor. I was his Doll now. He'd made sure of it. The fuck have I gotten myself into? I pulled my knees to my chest and waited for morning. --- End of Chapter 6

“That… is it possessed?” “This isn’t natural.” Harper’s smirk faltered, panic flashing in her eyes. Julian changed his tune instantly. “Baby, this is spirit interference in the house! You left because you were scared, didn’t you? I’ll burn it when we get home!” The judge turned to me. “Do you wish to reconcile?” “No,” I said without a pause. Victor stepped forward. “Please play the third folder.” On the screen, Julian knelt before the Plush Wolf Doll, holding out a bouquet of Blood Moon Roses—the ultimate mating pledge, symbol of a lifelong bond.

“Wow, and we have interviews with these witnesses?” “Yes, I interviewed several of the diners who were local about it.” “Where did they purchase this haunted doll?” “There’s a shop in town that specializes in restoring vintage dolls. They record the history and events around each doll they sell. They acknowledge whether a doll’s haunted.” “Now let me get this straight. The difference between a haunting and possession of an object or person is a haunting the spirit is of a dead person, and possession is from a non-human entity.” “Correct. Elemental spirits and demonic entities possess objects and people, rather than a spirit of someone that died.”

"When destroyed, the doll releases a black mist carrying the residue of a curse. The mist contains the remnants of energy from the victims—those sacrificed to strengthen the ritual. And what's even more terrifying is that we discovered the doll's presence can obscure spiritual awareness, even toward the Moon Goddess." Silence enveloped the room before the Leader Investigation continued. "However, the doll is not the only one. We believe there are others hidden in different locations. We are still searching for them," he continued, his voice growing heavier. Some Alphas exchanged glances with clenched jaws, while some Lunas began to grip their couples' hands tightly. The tension that had not

And finally, and most importantly, Oppressive possession: This is also called doorway possession, and was one of the rarest forms reported. Unlike the other forms, oppressive possession requires two victims. The first needs to remain close to the possessing force and used as a conduit of sorts, a base where the demonic entity can “import” its malicious visions and phantasmagoria. The second should remain mobile and acts as a “delivery” system. Both parties should be relatively young (as the possession takes a toll on them physically), and creative as the entity will draw from their minds, like a sort of battery.

David arched his brow, “she has no clue who you are does she?” I shook my head, “not a fucking clue, all she knows is that I own the club and just fucked the shit out of her.” Siting his drink down David laughed, “it won’t take him long to figure out who is buying her all this shit.” Leaning back in my chair I shrugged, “I don’t really care how long it takes him cause I’m not sure if I’m going to give her back or not.” David looked up at me shaking his head, “aw shit Lucas, have you found a new pet.”

His Possession. THE END.

“Aceli wants one. Where’s Aceli’s, Daddy?” “Those dolls are yours, little fairy.” Pandora struggled to find a way to figure out what belonged to Aceli. The opportunity left her staring blankly at three or four dolls of roughly the same size arranged on a chair. Oh no. Hadn’t Kingston caused the shop owner a huge loss?