Hypnosis Spiral Novels & Stories

"Miss Jackson, are you sure you want to undergo hypnosis? You should know that once it begins, it's irreversible. Your body will be controlled by an alternate personality, and you'll fall into a sleep from which you'll never wake up," the doctor asked gravely over the phone. "Yes, I'm sure," Nina replied calmly. Before the call ended, there was a sudden noise at the door—Lucas Spencer had returned. Nina hung up and silently walked to the living room.

Sylvia's voice continued to guide me, her words weaving a spell of relaxation and suggestibility around me "Now, Chiara, I want you to imagine a staircase leading down into your subconscious mind," Dr. Sylvia continued, her voice gentle but authoritative. "With each step, you'll feel yourself becoming more relaxed, more open to suggestion. Imagine the staircase descending deep into your mind, each step taking you further and further away from the surface." I pictured the staircase in my mind, feeling myself descending deeper into my subconscious with each step. The air grew thicker and heavier, the darkness more profound. Dr. Sylvia's voice followed me, her words echoing off the walls of my

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.

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!

The spiral was now fully exposed, its grooves glowing faintly not silver like the Pact’s traditions, but a deep violet, pulsing like a quiet breath. Jaryth circled it slowly, sketching the pattern in a clean page of his journal. “It’s growing,” he whispered. “No,” Siran said. “It’s remembering itself.” She stood still at the edge of the spiral, eyes wide but unreadable. Her hands ached, not from overuse, but from something she could only describe as magnetic pain a pull from within, like her veins were tuning to the field’s forgotten resonance. In the distance, a breeze passed over the ridgeline.

When she lifted her head again, her eyes were rimmed with red. "Brendan, answer me one question. During the time we've been together, have you ever thought about Emily Collins?" Brendan gently shook his head, further deepening Deirdre's heartache. "And what about when you went after her?" Deirdre added. Brendan replied helplessly, "You occupied my mind completely, but—" Deirdre silenced his lips. "That's enough." Sterling had once said that once a person underwent hypnosis, the person must not be forcibly awakened. Otherwise, one would become a complete lunatic.

“How did you write a note to yourself and leave it in a cave a millennium before you were born? We only just arrived at this time. You haven't touched a pen in months.” ​“The Spiral,” Silas said, his sightless eyes “looking” at the paper as if he could perceive the ink's molecular vibration through the layers of time. “A circle returns you to the same point, Sovereign—trapped in a loop, repeating the same mistakes forever. A spiral returns you to the same position, but on a higher level. You are not repeating history; you are ascending through it.”

I screamed at myself as I stalked up to my mirror on my cupboard door so I could look at myself. "Are you seriously getting the hots for that ass?!?" I whisper screamed as I scowled at my reflection and pointed an angry finger at myself. "Get yourself together!" I repeated the same thing again and again in my head and in that moment I thought my body listened but oh boy was I going to be wrong! I shook my head to clear it of all thoughts about Atlas. Instead of focusing on him, I started cleaning around in my room. Yes I am one of those people who clean when they're stressed or want a distraction and I think that's the most perfect trait to have cause this way my room is squeaky clean majori

After the doctor injected the tranquilizer, Serena slipped back into unconsciousness. Nathan looked over at Blair, full of confusion, "What happened to Madam?" Blair relights a cigarette with an anxious frown, "Do you know about hypnosis?" Nathan doesn't say anything, of course he knows about this one, the top international hypnotist, it is said that he can directly hypnotize a person's memory.

“I can’t help him. He must have a mental illness. We’ll have to look for a psychiatrist.” After the psychiatrist came over, he also shook his head. He had no idea what to do, and he couldn’t figure out the cause of the symptom either. None of them would’ve known that this was the result of Alex’s deep hypnosis on Michael. Last time, he hypnotized Tristan Coleman to eat 250 grams of mud every hour. However, due to how urgently the hypnosis was done this time, Alex hypnotized Michael by telling him to think of trees as the Fairy Doctor and to cozy up to it once every hour.