Doll Possession Novels & Stories

This possessiveness came with the territory, and there was no way to be indifferent, lest one didn’t care for their mate – which was unlikely unless they rejected one another. “I think we are out of options, Xander,” she said after a moment. “All I could find was the potion I told you about before. After all, since it’s neither a spell nor a curse, even if we were to find the witch working behind the scenes, not even killing them would work.” “I see,” I told her gravely, my eyes narrowing into slits. “Then, I guess we troubled you for nothing.” “No, don’t worry,” she shook her head negatively at once. “It was an absolute pleasure to be around your pack.”

"... she's a possessed child. We've always had to go to extreme measures to keep her in check....." "You better think of a better lie before I lose all willingness to even listen to you". I spit out menacingly. Possessions aren't common in the werewolf world, they hardly ever happen and when they do, they are not often bad spirits. The possession process is the one which leads to the emergence of sages in packs, wise men and women who are in tune with the energy of the earth. Euli looks caught and I see her immediately do a double back and the wheels continue churning. "I'm not entirely lying, Luna. The girl....she has powers".

A man sitting to his right sighed and said, "If you didn’t talk, I would have assumed you were mute. You're not even worried that the reason you’re here has been completely destroyed because of this unnecessary commotion." The blonde-haired man ignored him and said, "It’s the fact that it has no fragrance, and when it falls, it ends up silent and tragic. Tell me, who do you think would do something like this?" The man to his right tilted his head to the side, his eyes scanning the surroundings, before glancing at the red camellia in his friend’s hand. His black eyes glistened. "They whisper everywhere, they say she has a reputation." The blonde man then smiled. "Don’t believe it until I see

That way, he would finally be free from this sickening burden. ‘I can feel her. Head back to the castle already’, Zeus said, his voice laced with agitation. He knew his master too well—Damon disliked the human. If staying here for eternity was what it took to completely rid himself of her, he would do just that. ‘Why can’t I be the master and you be the wolf?’ Zeus grumbled. A knock on the door resounded in the room, and with just a wave of his hand, the door opened. A young lady stepped inside, rolling in a trolley filled with more books.

Does he know that even the soft sound of his sobs turns me on? My pretty boy... Pretty hair, and pretty eyes, he's just mine, mine, and mine! My heart swells with a powerful wave of possessiveness even now as I stare at him. His is curled into a ball, his back facing me. His pale skin is red all over. My hand imprints and bite marks all over his body satisfy a twisted part of my black soul. His bare white ass is facing me; his cute butt hole is red and raw, and my cum drips out slowly, running down to his thigh.

“How do we know if one of our friends is possessed?” “When you start acting weird. One advantage is if a wraith possessed you, it can’t access your memory, but a demon can,” I replied. “But a greater demon? It can possess and can glamour anyone you know, and it’s stronger than all of its legion combined.” “Shit,” Guston said, and his men looked terrified. Ears ringing, I caught something and looked at the entrance towards the tunnel. “I think we have company.” They all looked at me, including Ren who sensed it too.

The possession was trying to jump to him. Dominic collapsed to his knees, the phoenix ash burning through him like wildfire. But we didn't let go. We couldn't. "Darius!" I called out through the bond. "Darius, can you hear me?" Nothing. Just pain and darkness and the demon's mocking laughter. "Fight!" Damon roared. "Damn it, Darius, fight!" Still nothing. The poison was too strong. The possession is too deep. He was slipping away, and I could feel it happening through the primary bond. Feel him giving up. No. No, I wouldn't accept that.

She had overheard snippets of conversation and knew Jack was heading into a dangerous, unstable location. "You can't go!" she insisted, wringing her hands. "It's a collapsed mine! It's unsafe! What if there are... evil spirits?" She thrust a strange object into Jack's hands. It was a dowsing rod, but fashioned from polished wood and brass, with intricate carvings along its length. It looked more like a prop from a fantasy film than a practical tool. "Valerius sold this to me last week," she said proudly. "He called it a 'Subterranean Malevolence Seeker.' It's an ancient artifact that points towards underground evil. You have to take it. For my peace of mind."

That’s how he sees me, because deep down, he still blames me for why Mom’s gone. We finally arrived in front of a tall gate. Above it, there was that said Allard, and it looked like it was made of gold. Allard? You mean Aaron Allard? The famous business tycoon who owns those world-renowned resorts and hotels? What could Dad possibly want here? And if we’re here at Aaron Allard’s place right now, that means we’re also going to see- “I’m glad you made it here safely, Mr. Lucas. It’s truly a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to my humble home. I’m Aaron Allard.”

My fingers reach out to touch his face, and just like last night, the moment my skin brushes his, I feel that spark again. The tingles are everywhere now. Not just my hand. Every part of me that’s touching him. I pull my hand back, confused. “It’s the mate bond,” he says quietly. My brows furrow. I shake my head. “You don’t know what that is?” he asks gently. I shake my head again. He explains. “A mate for wolves like us is like a soulmate. They complete you. No one else ever will. You only get one. Some never find theirs. Most discover them by eighteen. I was starting to think I never would… until I found you.”