Doll Possession Novels & Stories

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.

"I, Hadassah, will resurrect my true body and power by in return of your flesh. And it will be tomorrow." "No, no, please don't do this to me!" Celandine begged the voice, crying hard. The mysterious voice, Hadassah's soul laughed cruelly and started her possession spell. Two scary hands like roots came out from the mist and grabbed the little girl's head and continued to chant, "Cestuj mou duši do nitra této hlavy, zmocni se jí, zmocni se jí." Celandine squeezed her eyes tightly.

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

And would obey Nierwae if he bid them to do so. They could be reporting our location back to the demons now. Disseus was unsettled by that thought. Almora flinched at the prospect of running into the evil creatures. Remembering their scaley, bark like coats, and the slinking way they moved. “What exactly is a Dog of Battling?” Lon looked anxiously around at them. “You don’t want to know.” Almora said softly. “Grand.” Lon swallowed. “And what exactly do those do?”

Samantha overheard the conversation of the saleslady who measured her for sandals earlier. They had their backs turned to Samantha, so they didn't know she was standing behind a large mirror. "Maybe she sold her body to the guy in exchange for these things," one of them said. Samantha didn't expect that. Of all the possible reasons, that's what they came up with. ‘Damn it. I’m not like that,’ she wanted to say to them. "She looks innocent, but I feel like she's a paid companion," another one added.

Then she said, "Dedusa is an evil witch who seeks to become immortal." "I'm sorry, dear, but I still don't comprehend. An evil witch usually resides in a human body. How could she possibly enter our daughter? Are you protecting this witch? Has someone cast a manipulative spell to control our daughter like a puppet?" My anger surged as I questioned, ready to confront anyone attempting to use my daughter as a vessel. I hoped my mate wasn't concealing information about the puppeteer, and I suspected that Dedusa might be a witch.

"The soul inside the doll has been there for a long time. The soul inside has forgotten that she was a soul with an identity and memories. Because she was entrapped for so long, she was slowly becoming the doll itself. There's no need for me to take out a damaged soul. She would disappear by herself." Sir Benjamin lightly tapped the glass container. The doll slowly raised its head up. "That's why this doll is not just an ornament but a weapon itself." He added. Jia was silent. Truthfully, her knowledge about the life and death of ghosts and demons was very small. Her understanding of their world was only the tip of an iceberg.