Doll Possession Novels & Stories

She's a sly fox but I'm going to get her back. She may have won this round but she should be careful, I'm gonna make her pay for this and I mean it. She chose the wrong game to play with me, it's on and she'll get tired before she even starts. Of all the things she picked to put on here, she had to go pick porn videos, freaking stupid porn videos. She's a little devil ___________________________________________ I was already fast asleep last night when she and dad came back. I was going to ask her about the flashdrive, I know it was her but I just wanted to hear her say it.

said Coralis, looking at the group in the room, the glow in her eyes fading, “but we aren’t dealing with demonic possession here, and this is definitively not the work of coven witches. I sensed a fay signature wrapped around the soul of his wolf. I’ve been able to disrupt the summoning attempt, but we still need to dissolve whatever is possessing his wolf and fix the connection to his human counterpart.” Coralis hologram went off. Eva was ready to come back. Coralis got up and headed out of the room. “Give me a minute, I’ll be right back.” “For how long do you think he will stay asleep?” said Emma, following her to the back door. “How soon before the same happens to Wilson?”

This wasn't her area of specialty, but it wouldn't be difficult for her to reach out to Homer for a deep cleansing. Still, one thing puzzled Aria—what made the Ander residence significant enough for someone to anchor their manifestation here? Glancing at the crackling fire, she resolved to find out where Verona had acquired the wooden doll. During this period, numerous spirits of the wronged became shackled to the wooden doll, amplifying its sinister influence. Its malevolent reach stretched for miles, affecting even those far beyond the residence. Aria knew little about Krowonian artifacts—dolls, in particular, weren't her specialty—but she was aware of their popularity.

Climbing on top of his sexy tom, he began to unbutton the rich wine shirt, more interested in the dark obsidian fur underneath it. "You can get your own drink, Possessor, when I'm done with you." There it was, the word for a no-fur who accepted his Elementalist. It wasn’t the sacred word, the one that was as old as time. That word wasn’t even thought casually, though it had crossed Doll’s mind more than once.

Her dark blue eyes not quite seeing what was there however as she spoke with a colleague on the phone. “I did, they didn’t listen. You know that most don’t believe in the cursed objects. The magic that some of these items come back with. I mean that antique doll you found in India, who’d have thought demon am I right?” She pursed her lips a bit. She felt that doll was dark from the start. She didn’t think it should be sold to some little girl. Her intuition was always spot on. So she bought it, and checked the doll out only to find it was possessed with the energy of a demon.

I've been preserved in amber, I am one with the sheets, I am zen. Back at the plush bed, I sink even further into comfort, soft sweet smelling fabric pushing against my cheek. My limbs are pliant, every muscle in my face relaxed, each breath in and out is evenly spaced. Relaxed back into the same fucking position I collapsed in last night. This guy is a FUCKING IDIOT. Does he really think I am his actual pet and not a woman planning violent, glorious murder.

My husband, Calvin Ziegler, had recently acquired an odd fetish. Three months ago, he brought home a silicone doll. It was a life-sized thing with chestnut-colored curls, full pink lips, and a face that could have belonged to a femme fatale. He told me the doll was a prize from a company team-building raffle. Supposedly, it was made for stress relief. "It's all the rage these days for those who are overwhelmed by stress," he said. "You hug it while sleeping for decompression."

Only polished marble floors and heavy wooden doors. "I definitely shouldn't be here." He turned to leave. Then voices echoed from nearby. "...dispose of the body." Kai froze. Body? Another voice answered. "The cleaners are already handling it." His heartbeat quickened. Maybe... Maybe they meant something else. A movie prop? Kitchen supplies? He took one cautious step toward the slightly open door. Curiosity won. Only for a second. He looked inside. And his entire world shattered. A man lay motionless on the marble floor.

“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.

In order to survive they had to leave the fight and come to earth in which they had to posses something or someone so that there essence won’t be exhausted and that’s why a human could be depressed or have suicidal thoughts without actually going through any actual problems and some people can be having things going bad for them due to ‘bad luck'. When a low level demon possesses a human, if that human has a weak will, the demon can take total control of the body and act as that person and the person's close friends and relative won’t even figure out that their loved one has been possessed unless of course one of them is a genuine exorcist. Yes a low level demon can posses a soul but they ca