Hypnotized Hermitcraft Novels & Stories

Helga reassured her. They reached the bedroom and Helga instructed Seraphina to lie down as she performed the spell. She placed various crystals along Seraphina’s body and a combination of herbs bound in twine. She started her spell and Seraphina felt her body begin to warm and tingle and her mind started to feel less clouded. It was a welcomed change. Once the spell was over, Helga asked to see Seraphina’s wounds.

He said bluntly and without a further thought he left the apartment. And like he had never felt before he felt it all over his body. Relief. He walked down the compound and went into Aziza’s apartment, he knocked and without waiting for a response, he entered the room, as soon as he stepped into the living room, he heard her recitation from the bedroom and he knew she must be in the middle of her Tahfidh Muraja, she does that often herself to prevent her from forgetfulness, rather than to go into the bedroom, he just sat down on the sofa and closed his eyes enjoying her recitation and slowly he drifted to sleep.

“Well, there’s a story a long time ago. The last weapon we can use to kill all those beasts will be born as the Queen of Luna. And since you are different, perhaps, you are the person we’ve been waiting.” With tight-lipped smile, the old woman put her palm on Max’s head. “W-Wait!” A blinding light came from her hand. “No!” Max protested. Want it or not, the old woman cast a spell on her. After a little while, Max felt very relaxed. Her muscles weakened and she lost her muscle control. She’s dizzy and confused about which one is what. Her state of mind became blurry, making her more compliant and less able to say no or fight back. Until she lost consciousness, and everything went black.

’ He began muttering to himself some unfamiliar phrases, and Dorcus looked curiously at him. “I would like very much to be rid of that wretched fowl," he told her straightly. She nodded and began to follow suit. After a short while, he turned up his palm and watched in deep appreciation and awe as a small flame appeared and began to grow. At the start, it was no larger than a coin, but the flame began to dance and move until it became alive. The fire circled and spun in his hand until it came to resemble a small turtle dove, its wings and body fashioned of burning light.

she said, her voice carrying a subtle warning, "some things, once awakened, are very difficult to put back to sleep." With a final, lingering glance that seemed to promise future encounters, Victoria turned and glided out of the coffee shop, leaving behind a palpable silence, a void where her disruptive energy had been. The hum of conversation slowly returned, the patrons resuming their own worlds, oblivious to the tremor that had just passed through mine.

She looked at me, and I saw her eyes were red from crying. "I'm sorry, sir, but I can't take that. I'm sorry again." She resumed walking, and I quietly followed her. Without her knowing, she went to the deserted street. I continued to follow her, and I was glad when she stopped as if she snapped out to whatever was in her mind. She retracts her step, but a guy suddenly appears and covers her mouth. She struggled for a few moments until she became unconscious. I rushed to help him, but someone stopped me.

Damien let out a satisfied hum before finally pulling his fangs from my neck. A sharp sting followed, making me hiss in pain. His tongue darted out, licking my blood off his lips as his glowing red eyes locked onto mine. "I can feel your arousal, my love," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. Heat flushed my cheeks as shame washed over me. No. I wasn’t aroused. This wasn’t real. It was a trick. A cruel, twisted trick. “Don’t worry,” Damien continued, his fingers tilting my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. “When I return, I will treat your every need. But for now, you need to obey what I’m about to say.” My stomach twisted. I knew what was coming. Compulsion. I had to act fast

My knees stopped shaking. Something was powering me. The sensation felt very familiar. It felt like Hera’s magic, only that it was cleaner… gentler. It felt like it was Hera, but not Hera. The realization barely registered before relief drowned out everything else. I was still standing. Still breathing. Still whole. The skylight finished opening. Nothing happened. No smoke. No screams. No ashes. Silence fell over the chamber, and I lifted my head to look at the council members who were staring at me like they were looking at a ghost.

"Cedric, it's time. Hand me the dynamite." ‌ As he placed the explosive device in her hand, a sense of gravity settled upon them. Virginia's expression, a blend of determination and resolve, mirrored his own. "Keep it hidden, Cedric. When the time is right, I'll let you know." ‌ Cedric nodded, his gaze unwavering. "And the timing?" ‌ A hint of a smile touched Virginia's lips. "Trust me, you'll know." ‌ With the dynamite safely concealed, Virginia's demeanor underwent a transformation. The poised stepmother was replaced by a woman of calculated vulnerability, a convincing façade that would become their greatest asset.