Dreams Of Being Possessed Novels & Stories

His dreams were haunted by vivid, tormenting visions. In his dreams, he saw Peyton and Ava as he had observed them through the camera, making love in the shower. They were happy, completely absorbed in each other, oblivious to his existence. The dream twisted, morphing into a nightmarish version where Peyton and Ava began to taunt him, their loving gestures turning into cruel mockery. As they continued their intimate embrace, they hurled words of scorn and derision at him, echoing the harsh comments of the dominatrixes from his sessions.

“Its not that fucking easy Hillary, you are mine, you're not allowed to leave.” Frustration was evident on my face. “You are fucking crazy, you don't own me you jackass, fucking let me go or I'll scream.” I said with anger laced in my voice. I'm tired of these men treating me like I'm some property they can toss around. This fucking moron didn't even do anything that special and he's already claiming me. The fucking nerve. “Hillary, listen, I can make your life better, I can make all your dreams come true, just give me a chance and I'll show you how much I love you.”

He rolled his eyes. Not Damon, but his wolf, Zeus, would kill him if he so much as touched a strand of her hair. Zeus was obsessed, overly possessive of anything that solely belonged to him or his master, Damon. From the looks of things, he had marked this girl as his mate, and not even Damon could take her away from him. He could see through her; her innocence radiated. She was too pure, so pure that the lycans wouldn’t be able to help themselves from wanting to taint her when she finally stepped into higher society.

I'm not healing. Dreams are dogging me. Vivid, horrible things, always the same. Me, barefoot and small, wandering through alleys with pockets full of lint, stomach gnawing itself hollow. I see the same face over and over again, blurred out, reaching. I don't know if it's a memory or something else trying to crawl in through the cracks. Doesn't matter.

Just for a second. Because he wasn’t entirely wrong. She remembered the strange dreams she’d been having lately—visions of dark forests, silver moons, whispers calling her name. She’d thought it was stress. Or too many late-night fantasy binge reads. But now, those dreams felt like memories surfacing from somewhere ancient, primal. Still, she wasn’t about to let him off the hook. “Don’t talk to me like you know me,” she snapped. “You don’t. You’re just some... some bloodsucking control freak who thinks fate gives him ownership over women.”

The spirit inside the doll hummed with satisfaction, its porcelain face unchanging, but the red eyes burned brighter, promising the night was far from over. As the tremors faded, the thrusts slowed just enough to tease, the cock still buried deep, vibrating softly against her oversensitive walls. Lila lay panting, wrists bruised, mouth slack with spit. The possession held her in its grip, her curiosity fully awakened to the dark desires she'd only read about. She wondered if she'd ever escape, or if this fantasy had claimed her for good.

I shouldn’t be having sexual thoughts about her when she is distressed. “I don’t really remember,” she said finally. “The spirits sometimes invade my sleep, too. They enjoy the dreamworld, because they can interact with things more than in our physical world. I think there was something about someone chasing me through the woods… I think it was Vampire. I don’t know if it was that spirit touching my dreams or just some of the other spirits having fun with my sleep, though.” I struggled to know what to say. Finally, I asked, “Are you okay?”

He would have never believed the words in this book, if he hadn’t seen some in the first place, gone through it. And that he knew was Ahriman’s first mistake. He made them believe, by haunting their dreams for years, and then stalking them alive. “Umm, about that… I have another theory… What if it wasn’t Théoden, anymore? What if some demon possessed him?” “Possession? It may be possible, but then, Lyka and Shalom would have known.” Art rubbed the book absent-mindedly. “What do you know about possession?” She sat up, looking alert. “It is really possible.”

Walk in flames. It’s terrifying. I haven’t had dreams in years and yet when I do close my eyes, that’s the only thing I see behind my eyelids. Now I’m too petrified to even want to sleep. I can’t escape what I become during the day, and I relieve everything when I sleep. Must be a damn curse. I don’t think Hades has the time of day to play tricks on me. Surely I’m no special from any other Alpha or rogue from that matter.