Romans & histoires Doll Possession

It is a bit of a squeeze for Dante as he is the biggest wolf that I have ever seen but the hole is definitely bigger than before as I do not really have to squeeze to get inside. It looks like somebody dug out more in here too. My doll is gone but it looks like somebody was definitely doing something in here. There is a mixture of small wooden bowls laying around with different herbs in them and what looks like different shapes dug into the walls and the ground. I might not know much about witches but I would say that this definitely looks like witches have been here. Not sure what they could have wanted with the little doll that I had for over 10 years but obviously they wanted it for somet

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 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.

"That's the point Gray, I didn't make this. And this isn't just any type of doll. This is a magically spelled doll capable of eavesdropping wherever it is placed. I found this deeply rooted in a tile in my bedroom. Any ideas how it got there?" "Wait, wait, wait hold on. You're saying this thing can hear us speak and whoever spelled it can be listening to us now? Then why the hell is it still listening to us?" "Gray, I'm weak but not dumb. I've already undone the spell." He gave me a quizzical look. "Right, so then who placed it?" I slapped my forehead with the doll. "Fool! Isn't that what I'm asking you?" "Damn, Hayley your room has not been inhabited in what now, ten years? I don't know who

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.

Lucien POV I observe the woman beside me. Her sweat glistened on her skin, her gasps never seemed to end. Her eyes are grey like ash, and her hair like a well-lit cigar. The car was covered by the scent of her perfume, a smell of fresh cherry blossom lingered in the air. The constant puffing of her chest is like waves dancing in a rhythm. I felt a sudden urge in my body as I found myself strangely captivated by her being.

Elies couldn’t walk down the hallway without hearing whispers and seeing curious stares. She found refuge at her usual table with Jenna, who was doing her best to cheer her up. “Honestly, Damien’s possessiveness is kind of… hot,” Jenna admitted, earning a glare from Elies. “I’m just saying! He’s like one of those brooding bad boys in romance novels.” “He’s insufferable,” Elies muttered, stabbing her salad with unnecessary force. “Maybe,” Jenna said with a shrug. “But he’s clearly into you.” “That doesn’t make it okay,” Elies argued.