Hypnosis Spiral Novels & Stories

They would not run. “I’ll lead the first line,” Rafael said. “No,” I said immediately. “We stand together.” His eyes met mine. Unyielding, yet understanding. He nodded. “There’s something else,” Tavrin said, entering just as the plan formed. Her steps were slow, but her presence filled the room like wind fills sails. “The Spiral has awakened deeper threads,” she said. “Not just to protect... but to awaken something ancient. You’ll feel it soon.” “Feel what?” Kiva asked.

"What?" "Ryan, hit yourself!" Ryan's entranced face then turned into a sneer. "What is wrong with you?" he responded. It had worked, Ryan was no longer under his control. "He's not a conduit anymore. I reversed the spell I used to hypnotise him by saying it backwards." "It's working!" Julia cried out in Glee as her brother began to stir. Matt's face reverted to normal with his eyes no longer red and his skin back to its original brown color.

“But your work—” “My work is dedicated to helping people who want to remember. Who are ready to face it and work through it,” she said. “Not forcing trauma to the forefront before they are ready.” She looked at me. “You endangered your life with this. You understand that. I’m not going to lecture you, but I’m going to tell you that hypnosis, especially self-hypnosis, is a mixed bag of tricks. Like dream analysis.” I drew back, a bit crestfallen. “Really?”

"To get here. To finish this. You cannot understand what it is like to be empty for so long. To have a hole inside you that nothing can fill. Until now." She looked at the spiral with something like love. "This will fill me. Your power. Your bond. It will make me whole." "No," I said. "It will make you a copy. A hollow copy of something real." "Then teach me to be real," she said. "Show me. Let me in." The spiral reached for us. Not with hands. With hunger. A pulling, sucking hunger that grabbed at the thin thread of our bond and tugged. I felt my connection to Noah stretch. I felt my connection to Neal thin. The spiral was trying to pull our fused power out of us, strand by strand.

“It’s not just David anymore, the Spiral has multiplied.” Behind them, Seraphina’s voice wavered, her chant losing its steady rhythm. “The Spiral is a parasite,” she said urgently, eyes wide with fear. “David was the vessel. But now…it’s free, and it’s spreading. It wants to consume everything.” Sarah reached out, fingertips trembling as they brushed the altar’s surface. Suddenly, a piercing scream ripped through her mind a cacophony of voices, memories not her own flooding in like a torrent. Visions exploded behind her eyes:

A pink spiral spun lazily in the background, twisting and turning until my thoughts grew thick and foggy. I was transfixed. Even if I had wanted to look away, to finally break free from this crushing addiction, the spiral and his presence held me in place like a vice. My body felt heavy, my mind mush. All I could focus on was the way he moved, the teasing lilt of his voice as he started speaking directly to the camera.

As she turned it over, the sound of sand flowing could be heard in the study. Then, she asked the servants to bring a two-meter-tall mirror and placed it directly in front of them. A constantly rotating gyroscope was placed in front of and in the center of the mirror. Just looking at these things made Adina slightly giddy. Any strong-willed person would most likely be affected in such an environment. The hypnosis soon began. After Catherine got into the zone, she had a solemn and stable vibe that was expected of a psychiatrist. She slowly led Duke into a scenario.

I shook my head, biting my lip. "What do you want?" He asked as he skipped through the pages of the magazine. "You." His eyes instantly met mine, with an intense stare that said more than a thousand words. "Why must you tempt me, Natalia?" I walked closer to him, my heart beating faster with each step, knowing what was about to happen. "Why must you tempt me?" I retorted, I ran over my tongue lightly along my bottom lip, catching his attention as our faces were a few inches apart, both waiting for the other to close the agonizing distance between us.

The truly advanced hypnotists could even drive a person to insanity using hypnosis. It was terrifying! Jeremiah should be one such rare class of master hypnotists. She felt a chill run down her back as she recalled the dialogue she heard on the bug yesterday. Jeremiah mentioned that unless he nullified the mental barrier himself, the only way for her to snap out of it was if Blair died… After reading countless information about hypnosis, she came to understand that there was usually a “key” to nullifying its effects. The “key” could be a particular phrase, a person, a name, or an item…

Is the magic something I’ll just feel, or will it be something we can see? Changing tactics, I begin to meditate, trying to recreate the sensation I’ve begun to feel in our hypnosis lessons. It took us a while to figure out, but eventually Helene suggested that I try to reach a zen state not unlike the one I would be trying to put my target in. That seems to help, increasing the moon’s glow over our patch of grass, but other than that it doesn’t seem to have much effect. “Any ideas?” I ask Helene. “Hmm.” She’s circling me like a very friendly vulture, rubbing her chin in thought. “Alright, how about this: Keep thinking about Bastien, but instead of trying to pull the moon’s power to you, try