Fyodor Dostoevsky The Possessed Novels & Stories

The body she had never found was now, in reality, burned to ashes. “You shouldn’t have taken my daughter’s life.” “I had no choice. She slandered me viciously and tried to hurt my fiancée—sorry, now my wife,” Kingston added, making his final statement precise and clear. This provoked the savage side of Venessa, causing her knuckles to turn white as she clenched her fists around the iron bar. It became painfully clear just how much Venessa possessed the supernatural abilities August had described. The area around the pillar seemed to undergo a form of oxidation as the woman screamed in rage. The specially crafted prison bars instantly crumbled, her hands gripping the roughly torn-out bars.

Dorian commanded from his chair, his voice dripping with an arrogance that not even the fires of Hell could extinguish. Carter stepped forward. His hands, once accustomed to cradling the light, closed around Dorian’s shoulders. As he lifted him to transfer him to the silk sofa, the physical contact ignited a rush of tactile memories that hit him like a tidal wave of fire. He froze, holding Dorian’s weight, as his mind betrayed him, dragging him back to this very office. He remembered the heat of Dorian’s skin before the possession—skin that burned beneath his fingertips, skin that trembled with every caress. The sofa wasn't just furniture; it was the altar where they had once surrendered to

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.”

“You’re flirting with death. I’m not the only person who could take you down.” The accusation sticks tighter than it would have before El, before the heartbeat in that little office, but I sip my coffee like his words don’t mean a thing to me. The waitresses don’t seem to give a fuck about our little scuffle, at least. “Do you have anything other than threats?” I ask. Henry sighs. “Fyodor’s not a totally uncommon name, but I did some digging, and I was able to connect it to a guy called Raskolnikov, who dropped off the map in Russia about a month before Fyodor started moving over here.”

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

‎Devotion. ‎But this isn’t devotion. ‎This is obsession. ‎Pure. ‎Terrifying. ‎And I’m drowning in it. ‎ ‎Third-Person POV – Romanov Warehouse ‎The warehouse is a tomb of rust and shadow, the air thick with blood and despair. ‎Ingrid Volkov hangs from chains in the center, wrists raw, body slumped. ‎Bruises bloom across her skin. ‎Fingers broken. ‎Nails gone. ‎Blood dried on her face.

Chapter 3: The Alpha's Possession** --- Damon's dark eyes fell on her, and he could feel her trembling beneath his gaze. His eyes never left her until she exited the courtyard. Damon’s smirk was replaced with a grim expression as he turned to his right-hand man, Alfred. "Take her body to my pets in the dungeon," Damon ordered, and Alfred quickly obliged. Alfred, who had served the Alpha as his Beta and right-hand man, wasted no time passing the instructions to the guards. Something told him his Alpha was in a bad mood, and irritating him further was not the wisest choice—unless he had plans of ending up six feet under.

Ha… But tonight, I was determined to embrace the moment. I'll enjoy myself! I grip tightly to the edge of the table as my vision becomes blurry again. I clung onto a glass filled with a mysterious concoction, and with each sip, the warmth spread through my body, replacing my anxiety with a blissful haze. As the night progressed, I found myself engrossed in conversation with the servants. They spoke highly of Callisto, the enigmatic boss of the mansion. He, an enigmatic boss, is my ass.

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