Hypnosis Spiral Novels & Stories

“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:

We do not need a wooden sword to bend your mind into shape. ‘He speaks the truth, Zane,’ Fenrir's deep, rumbling voice chimed in, vibrating right against my ribcage. The sensation made my breath catch. ‘The method we are going to use requires a deeper layer of consciousness. It is called the spirit state. To enter it safely without destroying your human brain, your soul needs to be completely wide open, vibrating at its highest spiritual frequency.’ I blinked, a sudden wave of suspicion hitting me. Something about the way they were explaining this felt deliberately vague. "Okay... and how do I open my soul like that?"

Fuck. Just as I feared, Celine was having issues. Being under hypnosis, she was susceptible to shock and pain. These two can easily break the hypnotic spell. The only reason she hadn't fallen apart was probably because she had been living in a hypnotic loop for too long. What she considers as her reality is actually inductions. Having received such a hash slap, her cognitive dissonance was in disarray, leading to confusion, panic, and naturally, hysteria. The sooner I get to her and restore the balance, the better. If her brother should discover this anomaly, they would probably end up diagnosing her with schizophrenia.

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.

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.

Edward said. “There is no such thing as talking skeletons,” I repeated. Edward had me continue repeating the mantra while he turned on a metronome. The slow ticking of the metronome lulled me into a somewhat dazed state. Next, he described images to me; peaceful scenery, like the ocean at sunset, or a field of flowers, to help me relax. I started to breathe deeply and felt my heart rate slow down, and soon I was completely susceptible to Edward’s hypnosis…

My stiletto boots hammered the floor in time with the music. I closed my eyes. I let Trent Reznor possess me, and then the shiver came. “I wanna fuck you like an animal…” “I wanna feel you from the inside.” A tingling, cold and hot at the same time, ran down my spine like invisible fingers, spreading across my shoulders, down my arms, until it reached the tips of my fingers. My eyes opened on their own. “I wanna fuck you like an animal.” “My whole existence is flawed.” “You get me closer to God.”

"Mr. Sterling." Oh sh*t, she knew me. "Hi" She shook my hand and said, "I'm a fan," even though I was not a celebrity, and we finally settled down after some more pleasantries. "So I heard you want to go through an hypnosis process." "Yes" "And do you know what that means?" "I mean, I guess." She went on to explain what the process actually meant and its consequences, which included sudden triggering of subconscious memories, emotional outbursts during the process, and a weak mental state after.

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