Harry Potter Mind Control Novels & Stories

“What information do you have?” Keisha straightened, visibly pulling herself together. “I know things about Sylvester. About his magic and his patterns. Things I’ve learned across lifetimes of watching this curse play out.” “Like what?” “Like the fact that he has an ability most people don’t know about. He can control minds. Directly manipulate people’s thoughts and actions if he establishes physical contact with them.” I felt the blood drain from my face.

—Mhm? —When you introduced us Vlad said I'm immune to your powers of compulsion. —Ah, yes. - He strokes my back. -. You are. Compulsion is like a kind of... hypnotism that we use, it is very useful to control some humans' weak minds. —Hmm. Does that mean my mind is strong? —Your mind is ... difficult to penetrate. It has so many they form a kind of spiral labyrinth. Mastering it, for someone like us, is impossible.

"One: don't make eye contact with anyone you don't know. It doesn't take long for the incantation that will open others' minds to settle in, especially if they're familiar with your scent." My eyebrows furrowed. "Open others' minds?" Luca repeated. "It's mind control basically," she admitted. "We don't like to call it that because the whole point isn't to exercise control. It's to aid us in helping others work through various traumas, allowing us to see their thoughts. But there are those that use this incantation to peel back the mind and distort reality. It can be very dangerous." "And all it takes is making eye contact with someone?" I asked.

Herwig said hurriedly. "Of course, I said I'd let you go. I'd definitely let you go. "However, you know too much. It's impossible to let you move freely." "Well, what shall we do?" "It's very simple. You just need to let me control you," Henry said. "What? What are you going to do?" Herwig's expression looked horrible. He did not want to be a puppet without a soul. "Don't be nervous. I'm not going to control you completely. I'm just planting a soul mark in your mind. If you dare to do anything that's not good for me, I can kill you with just a thought."

I would have taken some time off to instruct them and teach them everything they need to know about us, but I was having a hard time with King Gerald and his mischievous tricks that he is trying to use to manipulate me to do his bidding. You won’t believe that he actually poisoned the stream just to get me to fall in line. I guess he never knew that his mind control tricks don’t work on me. I gave him the formula and ingredients to make the powder that he spread across the country to give him control over all the werewolves in every fucking pack. I made him so powerful, and at the same time, I formulated an antidote that will make me immune to his mind control. The last time we met in my bas

Aware of who the only other hostile host was, she irritatedly asked back, 'Did you slack off again? How did she know this location? She's not supposed to be able to inquire anything about me, right?' Maurice sneered and activated her Mind-Control. The reason she still hasn't pressed the button yet was her belief that no matter how high Agatha Moore' Hypnosis skill was, there was no way that woman could absolutely control those implanted with a 'seed' long ago! Even the teleporter kid could at most make his hypnosis last for a minute! If ever Agatha could, it would surely last for tens of seconds only!

He looked like he wanted to arrest the guy simply for existing. I tried to focus, shutting out the loud pop music blasting through the deck speakers and the constant sound of splashing water so I could catch the thoughts drifting around us. Unfortunately, all I found was noise. [God, look at the guy in the black shirt by the bar.] [Is he a model? Those arms are unreal.] [Please tell me that's his sister and not his girlfriend.] [I still have a chance.] I swallowed. I didn't need to be a professional mind reader to know those thoughts belonged to the group of women sitting at the table to our left.

He tilts his head, “That would be up to her, but I think not.” He puts a pudgy hand on hers. “You have a just cause?” She nods, “Then she will do it, I’m sure. Would it need to be here?” She sighs and nods, “Yes, I’m not risking letting him out, ever. I want him dead so fucking badly, but I need anything that’s useful out of his head first. I can keep her safe in there with him, but he is a Mind-Control-Witch. She should know that going in, oh and he’s a paedophile. So, he’s definitely dying, just not sure when yet.” Richard nods.

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

The sharp crack echoed in the dressing room. The powerful magic behind the slap sent her flying. Crash! Gene slammed heavily into the vanity sink, hair messy, blood leaking from her mouth. Before she could even crawl up, a cold light flashed in my eyes. Telekinesis activated. An invisible force slammed onto the back of her head, forcing her face hard into the sink basin. "Mmph! Let me go!" She thrashed wildly like a dying fish. I slowly pulled a silk handkerchief from my sleeve, elegantly wiping her foundation off my fingers.