Hypno Pokemon Creepypasta Novels & Stories

“Listen, Nya, do you want to see what’s become of the so-called sacrifices or not?” An image of Gavin’s smiling face came to mind, one from before the Dragon Moon where he was claimed by this monster. She narrowed her eyes at him. Nya Gould wasn’t easily frightened. While it crossed her mind she might be crossing into a lair filled with angry, hungry dragons, something about Slate’s mannerisms made her trust him. Of course, that could just be how he tricked his prey into becoming his dinner.

I need a little help here. The map glows for a moment, points toward the bed, and then goes blank again. I walk over to the bed. I pull back the covers and look under the pillows, but nothing. I go to my knees and look under the bed. Beneath the bed, I see a dark brown and black amulet shining at me, waiting for me to take it home. There is also a set of eyeballs looking at me.

Everything turned dark and silent. *********

Within the vase, Sion was lying on her side. Her clothes were all over the floor, she was in a highly suggestive position. “Amitabha!” “As a merciful person, I really didn’t want to do this to you on purpose.” Alex also noticed a small pool of blood next to Sion. Her hand was covered in it too. It was a terrible sight, so the sight only made him speechless and slightly guilty… The Super Hypnosis was so powerful; it could break the Nine-Tails’ innate talents, making her fall into that odd hallucination.

Poe's chanting died off, while the monks around us continued. "Deep breath," was the only warning I got as Poe pushed me below the surface. I fought done the panic and forced myself to be still as I sank lower. I kept expecting to reach the bottom but never did. Slowly, all feeling slipped away. I could barely feel the water or Poe's hand. It was just me, surrounded by nothing but light. Focus, inward. The thought wasn't my own, I didn't recognize it. But inside me, at my core, my magic slept wrapped in ugly black vines. The bright light shot through my skin, burning the vines away as it traced white-hot designs all over my body.

Her hands repeatedly rubbed his kneecap to try to get him to settle down. She was a bit scared. Putting him under hypnosis was her idea. But seeing him like this afterward, it just might have been a bad idea. Words eluded Ghost as he buried his head between his legs, waiting for the trembling to stop. "Tell me. What did you see?" Dr. Studgens urged. "Werewolves." Ghost muttered. Just like the nightmares he's been having these past two weeks, his trance right now was the same. Don Carianno had given him a week off but he had taken two instead. To deal with his mental health and the insane nightmares that left him jacked up.

The spiral scar on my palm throbs, tendrils of emerald light snaking up my arm. It's not just a brand anymore-it's a *bridge*. --- **The Memory Thief** The first hallucination hits at dawn. I'm back in the cabin, Eden's laughter echoing as he skins a rabbit. But when he turns, his eyes are Nessa's-voids of static. **"You let her take me,"** he accuses, the rabbit dissolving into moss.

Her face is that of Helen, and this is starting to be my Trojan horse. “I really missed you,” I whisper into her soft hair. What remains of her locks becomes a dewy pillowtop. This moment is the last rose of a dying field. The room is muddled with smells of muck and broken dreams. Raven is still a sweet smell and a warm touch. “ What the heck!” A large shadow comes up behind us as we’re still firmly entangled in each other’s arms. Eggs become a massacre on the carpeted floor. Another mess in this dump almost makes it feel like home.

It swallowed her and blotted out her rational side. After what seemed a long time to him, she eventually started to hesitate, as though unsure what to do. William was relieved to think she was fighting through the haze enough to get back in control. “Not yet,” Paoli declared from behind. The sound of his footsteps moving with all the speed a vampire could muster heralded his approach. A second later, he jumped right onto William's back. William was positive Paoli had lost his mind. Paoli buried his hands in thick fur and bounced, screaming, “Yahoo!” like a crazed rodeo cowboy.

Blood Moon was approaching and it was obvious an unmated beast had found a prey in their little lady. Helen tried to calm Venus and whispered soothingly in her enchantingly cool voice, “Miss Gracia, you are making a scene here. This is Mr. Vladimir’ Hotel and the chances for such an instant are not possible. You were under stress and your mind isn’t comprehending it well thus you imagined it.” The Witch hypnosis did nothing to calm her, as usual, Helen's tricks didn’t come in handy when it came to the heiress. Venus shook her head, gulped, and tried to counter weakly, “Believe me… there… he was a beast…” Before she could continue, her eyes lost their focus and she fell limp in Helen embrace.