Hypno Stories Novels & Stories

A hermit who is able to create illusions, who can trick people by the impossible, temporary but enough real scenarios. That lady was also not real, and you know what? I had a dream of becoming a hermit in my younger days. I was also interested in the search for knowledge and peace in myself, sometimes to trick people and sometimes to help them. But unfortunately and yet I am enjoying this job of being a narrator. I have seen many things, many changes throughout the million years of my existence and see where I'm sitting now, in a small cafe all alone sipping the wine from this huge glass. Telling you an epic, maybe a myth but with facts. Who could imagine that the most powerful being is actu

I punched the bridge of my nose and rubbed my temples, telling the stress that had chained me to release me from it's shackles. Jade's turn and she told a story that had already been written by some author known as Godwin Hosanna Aga. The book was named in the deep and it was about some girl named Hephzibah and it was pretty interesting and scary the way my baby sister had told it with a touch light under her chin, illuminating her face and weird canines. "And that is, in the deep!" Jade screamed, stomping her feet on the floor and howling like a wolf.

The good news was that he did find a condition similar to that of Sienna’s. But the bad news was that the word that was written there made Dr. Watte feel a chill in his heart. ‘Incurable.’ This kind of psychedelic hypnosis would cause a person to fall asleep and experience the most painful moments of their life over and over again in the dream world. The weaker a person’s willpower was, the weaker the effect. On the contrary, those with strong willpower would be affected a hundred thousand times more! And Sienna belonged to the latter!

Lena heard her speak normally and quickly pulled away, holding her as she looked her over and asked, "Do you feel any discomfort? Does your head hurt? Or have you remembered anything? Have you forgotten a lot of things?" Anthony said that his hypnosis was meant to make people forget all their pain and only remember the good things. Lena didn't believe he had what it took. Margot frowned and appeared a bit sluggish, possibly due to not having eaten for a while, and said weakly, "It seems like I remember everything now." Lena was surprised. "Really? Do you know where I'm from?" Margot smiled. "Aren't you the apprentice of the miracle doctor we went to the mountains to find?"

Chad nodded and led Suri to the backyard, entering the prepared treatment room. Suri was excited yet nervous. Chad smiled at her and said, "Relax and watch my hand." Despite Chad's reassurance, Suri remained tense. However, as soon as she looked at Chad's hand, she felt a sense of calm wash over her, and her mind went blank. Chad snapped his fingers next to Suri's ear, causing her to lose self-awareness completely. This was the oldest form of hypnosis, also known as psychotherapy. Chad then commanded Suri, "Follow my instructions, undress!"

Christian's eyebrows clouded while his face turned red. The man who called himself Hypno was dressed in a white lab coat and blue trousers with spectacles resting on his nose. Squinting his eyes at them dangerously he gritted his teeth and spoke lethally. "You will pay for doing this." His voice shook while the doctor laughed at him. "Oh." He snorted and Christian realized his consciousness was slipping away from him. As his eyes drooped he scratched the man's neck. "I will kill. You." He muttered as he lost the remaining light in his eyes.

That wasn’t how it worked. Number 3’s situation was another good point to look at. When she resolved herself to never give up any information, Mane used Words of Power to get the words out of her mouth. How was that possible? After all, Words of Power could physically force her to open her mouth, but it couldn’t bring the words out of it. What Mane did was simple really. He used Words of Power to bring up mists and illusions that clouded Number 3’s judgement, and then he was able to successfully hypnotize her. He studied Hypnosis from his 3rd Master – the Spiritualist. And he was pretty good at it. It was just that Number 3’s mind was firm so Mane had to use mists and illusions to disorient

I sat stiffly across from him, my hands gripping the armrests of the chair. "Relax, Thorne," he said in a calm, measured tone. "Hypnosis isn't magic. It's a tool to help your mind unlock what it's already holding. You may not get everything at once, and that's okay. I nodded, though my chest felt tight. "Let's just get started." He guided me through a series of breathing exercises, his voice soothing as he instructed me to close my eyes and focus on his words. Slowly, I felt myself slipping into a trance-like state, my mind growing quieter.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

To dig into his motives, Caitlin used a special hypnosis technique and successfully put him under. Half an hour later, she ended the session, and Knox slowly woke up from his trance. “Knox, want to know what you just said?” She held up a recorder. Knox blinked, still disoriented. “What just happened?” He hadn’t even realized he’d fallen asleep mid-conversation. Now he was wide awake and clearly confused. “You fell asleep and said some very interesting things.” His face turned pale. “You… you hypnotized me?” As a doctor, he knew there were forms of hypnosis that allowed for subconscious communication while the subject was asleep.