Hypno Pokemon Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Brycen lowered his eyes, his voice deliberately disguised as he slowly approached them: "Rhianna, all of this is my fault. Don't worry, as long as you come home with me, I'll treat you as well as I used to. I won't make those foolish mistakes again, okay? Rhianna, please forgive me..." As soon as he finished speaking, Brycen sensed he was close enough. He suddenly looked up, his pupils flashing a ghostly green, and the corners of his mouth curled into the same eerie smile as the Evil Doll. He began to chant, and a chilling force shot straight at Amelia: "Soul Hook, Capture!" An invisible hypnotic force surged like a tide. The light in Amelia's eyes instantly dimmed, her gaze becoming vacant,

The Master Hypnotist. Gasper, Nuella and Hilda were taken aback when they saw his eerie black cloak. There were also several strange totems scrawled on his face. Involuntarily, their wary gazes met Freedy's gleaming eyes. The moment they locked eyes with Freedy, their world seemed to spin as it felt like they had been thrown into an abyss. Their visions began to blur and every noise became oddly muffled. It felt like they had been teleported to an endless domain of eternal darkness.

her voice sounds soft and seems to melt into my mind. “Yeah, okay,” I hear myself answer, but my consciousness is slipping away. “I love this part,” Lex yawns, “I wonder what we’re gonna find, Kas” “Hopefully answers, Lex.” I let myself fall back into the endless abyss of hypnosis, letting Lady Camille’s words lead me around until I’m standing in a hallway of an apartment building.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Hunter POV The surface of the black water rippled. Then... Something climbed out. Not a monster. Not really. At first, it looked like a mass of living shadows. Then it stood. Straightened. Its outline became unmistakably human. Mine. Only... Wrong. Its eyes were empty. Its smile was twisted. And from its shoulders poured the same shadows I had been unable to summon since entering the ley lines. Between its enormous jaws hung a familiar backpack. Blue. Worn.

it can increase healing speed 10x of any species that cool now come and take off your cloth and come with me then they start bathing so that is bath it is relax but I can say it not some as our pound . our is more magical and healthy that this one oh that nice if I get chance I will try that pound if you want it also heal any emotion injuries too oh now i am more excited and motivated then they go to sleep and talking pokeri you can call me big brother if you want and I think you don't have one

Ukupanipo growled and I chuckled internally. "Are you ready," he asked me and I shrugged telling him I was as ready as I'd ever be. Ukupanipo handed me a piece of cloth with fragrant herbs to cover my nose from the stench and we entered the hut. I watched him move his wife's corpse to the bed in the small room and wave me forward. I grabbed her leathery dry hands and focused on my light. My chest lit up and the light spread forward like it had with my dad before Rai held me. I pulled back a bit and closed my eyes as my darkness swirled around my entire form. Suddenly I was standing in front of a Death God, one I'd never met but he knew me and said hello Sebastian. I apologized for not knowin

I felt my wolf shift inside me as I stared at her, vulnerable on the seat, aware that the mage had begun circling the spotlight, the blue silk of his robe darting in and out of the lights. He had been one of my father’s mages from the main city, an apothecary that was well-feared because he could induce hypnosis, a confessor. “At the sound of my voice, Raya Banks, you are going to feel sleepy,” The Mage started and I cramped down on the urge to whip around and face him.

Emma was curled up on the living room couch in a loose white tank top and tiny pink cotton shorts that barely covered the curve of her ass, scrolling through her phone while a rom-com played softly in the background. Ryan lounged in the armchair across from her, pretending to play on his own phone. In reality, he had spent the last three weeks perfecting **“HypnoControl”** — a secret app he’d coded in his computer science classes. It used subliminal audio triggers, visual pulsing patterns, and deep-embedded suggestions that could be delivered through any screen or speaker. Once installed and activated, it could rewrite obedience, arousal, and memory in the target’s mind with terrifying preci

when I go out no male will be there once they see me coming they'll go from there I'm a free soul to live and enjoy but I dont want to stay here let me wander throughout the mansion I might find anything I searched each and every room of this place finally I found a door in garden I opened it and entered inside it's a dark place this is like a dome shaped place what's this will this place take me out where this tunnel will take me will I go out I'm lost here oxygen levels are decreasing will I die here what's happening to me my breathing is becoming abnormal god what's happening here soon I collapsed down my whole body is filled with sweat I think I will die for sure can't I meet my friends