Doll Possession Novels & Stories

He said touching her lips," You are so beautiful like a doll. From today you are my doll. Mine to break and mine to fix" He is brushing his huge hard body with her soft small body. Devika is feeling suffocated because of his heavy weight. She tried to push him but he pressed himself more on her. He is roaming his fingers on her lips, cheeks and neck. Devika is feeling like her soul will leave her body anytime seeing his creepy behaviour. She understood that he will definitely claim her tonight. So, she tried her last attempt. She said," please, I am not ready yet. Don't do anything tonight"

In the end, it was similar to possessing because the flesh was completely controlled by others. The Mystic Maiden said, "Heaven and earth have rules, the sacred has order. Possessing is a very low-end operation because it is simple and crude. There are great disadvantages too. The more godly the character, the less likely possession will happen. This is because god has an order, and possessing will incur backlash. The loss is not worth the gain. Even if one is successful, there is nothing to glorify. But, to plant a soul was to completely and utterly turn someone else into yourself. Taking someone's body and soul means taking away their destiny and Heavenly Path of God, which is equivalent t

I am learning to adapt. My life is not same. Even a penny is worth. I can spend on this dress. Closing my eyes, and giving a deep sigh, I went to the apartment. ................................................................ Sitting in my apartment looking at the stars is my favorite hobby. Peace, everywhere. I was scrolling through my gallery, when the door bell rings. Who can be at this time?? And that too why.?? ohk come on Sofie, gather your guts, and look out. I looked at the peephole, it was a delivery boy.

And it wouldn’t need to respect him any longer. “I won’t need your help Master” the Possessed coldly stated. Mane was surprised by its level of maturity. How long had it been? Maybe a week, but it could now speak fluently. “This is going to be troublesome” 6th remarked and Mane agreed. “Then deal with it” Dominic waved nonchalantly and stepped back to watch the show. Deep down he was hoping that these people would give him a surprise and kill the Possessed completely. But he knew that was highly unlikely. He didn’t know how they killed it the first time, but he attributed it to luck. After all, the cores of Possesseds were difficult to find and they changed constantly. So even if they attack

I could still feel the static in the air, the ghost of something foul clinging to the space the ritual had occupied. “It’s not just Jaxson,” she whispered again, her voice hoarse. “It’s something worse.” I looked over her head to Lena, who had staggered to a tree and was leaning against it, barely upright. “What the hell was that?” She wiped blood from beneath her nose. “Possession. Or something damn close to it. Jaxson’s body isn’t his anymore, not fully. That thing, whatever it is, it’s rooted deep. It’s been feeding.”

I turned slightly and saw the brown and grey wolves approaching. “Dionne,” Ronan said, nodding to the brown one. “That’s the female. Calm but bloody. Don’t let that serenity fool you.” Then his eyes drifted to the grey wolf. “And Dixon—the silent killer.” He straightened up and turned toward me, taking my hand again. “They’re my pets,” he said simply. Like he was talking about puppies or goldfish, not bloodthirsty, supernatural beasts that nearly made me pee myself.

The half-breeds are outnumbered, so a direct attack is more dangerous to the Wolves than the witches. "Hay dolls. These dolls are made from the dry hay that grows in graveyards. This hay grows using the remnants of the dead. So when this hay is brought to life, it will suck the life forces from within," Alcazar shared his knowledge. Enzo and Adolf looked a little disturbed.

We were crammed into a shitty apartment that stank of mold and sewage. Outside the window, we could hear the shouts of our enemies hunting for him. Inside, we had a single, paint-chipped pistol. He sat on the floor, covered in blood, in the dark and cramped room. He never knew that the innocent girl in the white dress before him had all but disowned her family and abandoned her name for him. "Rosalie, are you sure about this?" His eyes then were like those of a cornered, lone wolf, his voice trembling.

The Devil found himself wanting something he couldn't simply buy. Someone.