Doll Possession Novels & Stories

"That little girl is damn lucky. She was underwater too long." Dimitri stared at Ash as the woman tenderly plucked the doll from the water's edge and started to follow Josh and Erin to the cabin. He gestured to the doll with an uplift of his chin. "If I'm correct, that doll saved her life." He turned to the others. "We talked to a witch back in Draven Falls. She said it sounded like Erin somehow used possessive magic on the doll. Probably doesn't even realize she did it. That's how Erin knows what's happening in other rooms when she's not in them. She bonded a part of her soul, albeit probably a small part, to that doll, allowing her to see and hear things." He shrugged. "She takes it as the

“It’s the domestic Barbara set. Each pack contains the dreamhouse, one Barbara doll, one Kenneth doll, one boy doll and one baby doll. Is there a cat and dog doll, or do they come as separate purchases?” “Werewolves tend not to have pets,” Heath replied mildly. “It’s not a good cultural fit.” She slid him a look out of the corner of her eye and suppressed a malicious smirk. “A wolf may not own a dog? Are you afraid that the relationship might become complicated? I mean, when you’re in wolf form, you’re not exactly going to be looking at a human woman and thinking sexy thoughts, but you might look at the family’s poodle in a certain way, right?”

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

She took him from me. "It's called an exorcism, my dear." The way she laughed behind her words as I continued to stare down at the grass. "Even if he leaves to come back to Earth right this very minute, he would not get here in time. When he does, now that the bond has been forcefully severed, he won't be able to step foot on the property, thanks to your little ward. Not your best work, but it will do for now." She pulled something from her pocket, but I was unable to focus on what it was as my vision began to blur in and out.

He then went to the Queens and picked up Yvette and Livia to go to the Creek Villa that Cody had gifted him. The Wicked One Ogden was looking at his cursed voodoo doll forlornly in the villa. This voodoo doll was formed by immersing a dead body with the power of a curse. Ogden was not exactly a combatant, so he could only depend on such tricks to try and keep himself safe. Kayson said with a slight frown, “Ogden, this isn’t exactly a humane thing to do. I’d advise you to give it up.” Ogden smiled bitterly. “This is made from the body of my only disciple. We were very close.

We both let out a breath we didn't know we were holding, I then glared at Bankotsu. " * Whispers* There are creepy dolls here." Bankotsu whispered to me as he pulled out a doll that was laying next to him. They look like very expensive dolls, must belong to the princess. I can feel the soul coming from the dolls, is very loved and strong. If I combined these dolls with my magic, I might be able to harness their emotion and make it into a weapon. I thought before turning back to Kaen and noticing Bankotsu's illusion is gone.

Damien’s POV Sitting on my manly couch in my office, I could hear the faint exchange of voice between my secretary and a lady I can’t put a face on. With a quick adjustment, he sat up as he heard the sound of his office door opening with katherine's face popping into his office. “No wonder I can’t put a face to her voice , he thought”. He only uses her free offer of her body to his disposal to annoy his wolf who seems to always be agitated due to the fact that they cannot find his Luna, his mate yet. Groaning within , he could feel his wolf’s displeasure and disappointment on what is about to happen.

"I was hoping this time it would work." Geon said as the shadows danced around the fireplace. Artemisia looked at the demon with a raised eyebrow, it was not impressive to the young woman that it had happened more times than she would have liked—that at the moment, within the will of the young woman, the amount of times her soul could possess people and kill the owners of the bodies was faithfully clinging to zero—but it was still a little curious to think that perhaps that possession had been the one that had worked out the best. Even if it was a slightly vague definition of what "getting it right" is.

Bella. “There are rules guiding this establishment, rules you’re expected to strictly adhere to. Under no circumstances are you to break any of them, not one. Am I clear?” A middle aged woman who looked like the lower budget of Madame C addressed us. The movies were right, the actual wolves did put on sheep clothings and the worst of criminals were dressed in expensive suits and dresses, no tattoos or piercings in sight. “Yes Ma’am.” We chorused. “Some of these rules are general, while some will be particular to the division you’ve been placed. Yes, divisions,” she repeated, probably seeing the questioning looks we threw her way.