Hypnotic Powers Novels & Stories

Chloe was stunned and said in a daze, "How there is such a thing? If this is true, then the person who hypnotized the big boss must be very powerful." "What do you mean?" Ellena's current understanding of hypnosis was still on the fact that hypnosis was a kind of deep self-suggestion. "There was a person who sent me a script before. It was related to hypnosis. It is said that if it was a person with a strong sense of vigilance and a firm mind, it would be very hard to be hypnotized. Even if this kind of person was hypnotized, once there is a suitable opportunity, he might recover. . ."

He could die in peace with a victorious smile, having accomplished one thing – getting fucked by Bianca Davies. And if he got to taste my juicy taco the second time, he'd be so addicted, it would drive him to madness. He might have to be taken to rehab, even though at this point he might never fully recover or regain his senses. Yes, that's the power my precious pink taco possessed, the power I wielded over men. The power I reveled in, that got the sons of Adams hooked to me. It was one that made them fall at my feet, worship me and drool over me. It was not for nothing that I was called 'the queen of hypnotic beauty'.

When he pulls back, Lavinia is all flustered and breathing heavily, however, she is still humming low, Simon smiles and whispers, “Now finish it. They must believe that they are leaving with her.” “Yes, Master.” Lavinia sends out her hum once more, only this time as she does she sings. Lavinia is special that way. All vampires can hypnotise and make their victims forget what happened. However, it is usually limited to one, the victim in front of them. Lavinia’s gift is special to her, she can hypnotize a group of people and when she adds her voice to her hum, she can then not only erase proceeding events but she can manipulate the event and make them believe what she wants them to believe ha

Jackson struggled, but he was lifted from both sides and slammed heavily onto the ground. His body, hollowed out by years of drinking and indulgence, couldn't take it. He lay there screaming, unable to get up for a long while. A few bystanders who had been ready to speak up for him stepped closer, only to recognize his face and recoil in disgust. "Isn't that the illegitimate son from the trending news?" "Yeah, but he doesn't even count as that anymore. The CEO of Cabot Corporation held a press conference this morning and announced he has nothing to do with this guy anymore."

Connor had this stupid cocky attitude right up until he touched me, and then suddenly he looked at me like I mattered. Which is… dangerous. Because now my brain won’t shut up about him. I change into pajamas and catch sight of the mark on my neck in the mirror. “Fantastic,” I mumble. I should probably be embarrassed about it. Instead, I touch it lightly and grin. Connor McLeod—campus hockey god, certified menace, probably responsible for half the university’s emotional damage—left a hickey on my neck and somehow rewired my personality in one night. That feels medically concerning.

Shaun’s handsome face paled. Someone had deleted programs from his brain? He laughed dryly. “This is impossible, Professor Lincoln. I’m not a robot…” Professor Lincoln put on a straight face. “No, as far as I know, Y country has an ancient hypnotic skill that does this. This hypnotic skill can tamper with a person’s feelings and memories. It can even go unnoticed by the person concerned.” Shaun’s brain rumbled. Hypnosis?

"You mean, my heart isn't in pain, but my heart and consciousness feel like it's hurting?" "Yes. After all, although hypnotists are powerful, they're not real gods. It's impossible for them to control your sense of pain. This is a kind of hypnosis. Hypnosis is a spiritual suggestion. That suggestion is probably for you to spoil your fiancée. If you don't follow it, you'll feel that your heart is hurting." Julien's knuckles cracked. "I understand. Can you undo it?"

The first one was a success, but I feel the dose was not strong enough… I look up as his words sink in. “You can improve it?” ‘You wish to dull her mind and to become a slave to your will… and I, I happen to be the God of hypnotism.’ He chuckles darkly at something I don’t get. “So you’re saying that you have something that will make her obey my will?” I ask, intrigued. ‘Not only obey your will, but she will become your slave, yours to command and control. The perfect puppet to your command and you will be the puppet master.’

I was almost disappointed that I didn’t receive my powers at exactly midnight on my 16th birthday, but I received them after the Becoming Ceremony. What powers do I have? I have telekineses and hypnotism. I can move things with my mind or hypnotize anyone that I like, even demons. But I don’t use it. It’s fun living like a normal mortal. Frey slept throughout half of the movie. I thought she would have a hard time sleeping because of the events earlier. But it’s better.

“What do you mean by that?” She didn’t answer right away. Her throat worked like the words hurt her to get out. Then she met my eyes. “I wasn’t completely honest with you before,” she said, voice trembling. “I have powers. Hypnotic powers. I can’t use them on a lot of people at the same time, but I think I can do up to 5” For a moment, all I could do was stare at her as I replayed the time I asked her about having powers and she denied it.