Harry Potter Mind Control Novels & Stories

He asked Jared who looked concerned. "Infected werewolves have been heading towards the pack house. Zeke's magic might not be enough to hold up the barriers. We need to get the werewolves out of the territory," Jared said and my gaze met Vincent's intense ones. "How can we do that?" I asked. "Mind control," Vincent replied. He was already heading out of the room. "How exactly do you hope to achieve that?" I asked as I hurried after him. "I am a hybrid and I also happen to have the ability to control the minds of people if I wanted to. It's all thanks to Syke," he told me.

The beauty queen girlfriend he was so proud of was actually a filthy witch who had seduced countless other guys, and she had even infected them with her disease. "It's over. If this can't be cured, Mom and Dad will definitely kill me." I vaguely heard Matt mutter under his breath. Then he suddenly turned and looked at me. What flashed in his eyes was hatred. "Wendy, give me that salve of yours! The one that's made using your old family recipe!" As Matt spoke, he charged at me. The other young women were so scared they ran, and before I could dodge away, he already grabbed my wrist.

The paramount strength lies in the capacity to subjugate minds. Ghost-eyed individuals possessed the extraordinary ability to infiltrate and manipulate minds. They could manipulate mental states, access, create, or erase memories, and induce hallucinations. It was this formidable power that Rukky sought to unlock and have me master. Yet, regrettably, I struggled to dismantle the barriers she erected within her own mind.

He was still the only person able to create a strategy to win the war. Appearances could be deceiving. I was human enough to achieve and do anything important in the pack. And I had now become the moon to him, besides being possibly one of the few people able to confront the most dangerous being in history. Sorcerers of the community could not face Allen Samuel directly. Controlling the mind of a sorcerer is one of the greatest weaknesses of it. Any moderately powerful sorcerer could learn this. Even I was a victim of it. My wolf, on the other hand, said no. My wolf could fight to regain control. And in an emergency, I had to defend my mind.

I mumble. “So according to my old warlock trainer Marcus, the magic on the ring is mainly used for mind control. There was a random sticking spell to make sure the wearer can’t remove it. Fortunately all it did to you was weaken your powers because they now have to fight off the magic.” My mouth is wide open. That bastard. As if he wasn’t controlling my life enough he also wants to have control over my mind.

My heart pounds as I catch her scent and feel her breath on me, intensifying the dread within me as I remain unable to see her in the pitch-black room. "Isn't that forbidden magic?" I ask, spinning around the room as I try to find her. I finally realize why I was treated and what drug might have been given to me. They wanted to ensure I didn't die while she controlled my mind. Forbidden magic! It's so strong it could shatter someone's mind if they are not physically and mentally strong.

THERE I AM, STANDING AND swaying like a palm tree in the middle of a hurricane. I can't help but think, "What in the world is happening nowadays?" I mean, I was sure I had this guy under my mind-control to leave me alone, but I guess not. Could it be because I've been downing animal blood instead of human? It seems like my mind-control abilities are fading fast. First, it was Chloe—though maybe it was Casper who broke the mind compulsion on her—and now this kid? So now any random teenager can resist my mind-control? It's becoming a joke!

I peered out around Christian, I wasn’t afraid of this vampire and the dark haired man smiles at me, showing off his large fangs “You really have no idea do you Royal one?” I shake my head and Matthew tells me that they are able to shift thoughts in the brain to anything they wanted, some called it glamouring whilst others called it mind control. "But it isn't us thats doing it to them, it is you" "What do you mean it is me?" "You are the one controlling them, I knew the Royal one was in here when my men walked among them, not showing an interest in us" "I am not doing it!"

Well, I couldn't blame her as when I was little I used to count aloud but now the crazy was all done in my mind. No one really knew why I did that, or rather, why I had started doing it. For me, it was both relaxing as well ‘focusing’. It really helped me concentrate, and as a kid that was something I had had serious issues doing. While it was alright for kids to not be able to focus, I wasn't allowed to do so. As a witch, or a sorcerer of any sort, mind control was arguably the most important skill. Before any magician could do anything, the mind had to permit it. The mind, of course, didn't have any ‘energy’ of its own but was there to act as a switch. Now, as the mind was there to permit

Zadkiel nodded, agreeing to it. He placed his hand in Abel’s head and focused on the backpack he wanted Abel to bring to him. Abel stayed still but Zadkiel didn’t give up. He remembered that every time he mind-controlled someone, it was something he really wanted. So, he focused on the backpack as if he was wounded and the tool to save his life was in the backpack resting few feet away from them. Bring me the backpack. He repeated it in his mind like it was some spell that was needed to do the magic and when Abel stood up without even uttering a word and ran towards the direction of the backpack, he knew the magic worked.