Hypnotized Hermitcraft Novels & Stories

I couldn’t feel anything for this devil. I closed my eyes in an attempt to recall the moments I spent with Corel but all I could see was Hera’s tear-stained face. My eyes snapped open instantly. What was wrong with me? Had she used some hypnotic spell on me? She held out her hand. I hesitated but then placed my hand in hers. If I wanted to gain her trust, it was necessary to behave like a love-sick fool. It was okay even if she was using some spell, nothing would matter once she is dead.

"The person who placed the hypnotic spell on me is-- is the enemy" "Who is this person?" I ask. He lays down on the floor, writhing in pain as he struggles for words. "Her name-" "Is?" He begins to tremble violently, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Talk to me, Zylon! Who is it?!" I demand. "H-Hera" he gasps and suddenly he becomes still, the life vanishing from his body. ***

A hermit who is able to create illusions, who can trick people by the impossible, temporary but enough real scenarios. That lady was also not real, and you know what? I had a dream of becoming a hermit in my younger days. I was also interested in the search for knowledge and peace in myself, sometimes to trick people and sometimes to help them. But unfortunately and yet I am enjoying this job of being a narrator. I have seen many things, many changes throughout the million years of my existence and see where I'm sitting now, in a small cafe all alone sipping the wine from this huge glass. Telling you an epic, maybe a myth but with facts. Who could imagine that the most powerful being is actu

There was a strange uneasiness that came with the quiet tranquillity. Shady stood in a defensive position, ready to attack anyone that came at him. He heard footsteps approaching. The hooded figures parted, and he glanced at C-Murek, walking towards him. C-Murek held a mask in his hands as he walked towards Shady. And standing before Shady, he extended his arms towards him. “Join us!” a husky voice echoed from behind the mask. “Become Beocraft, and we shall give you a new identity.”

“Just do it.” Asmeral gathered the items she needed, moving with a precision that showed her deep knowledge of herbal lore. She fetched a mortar and pestle, various dried herbs, and a small vial of a dark liquid. Abigail watched silently, still shaken by the confrontation but relieved that something was being done to help Damian. Asmeral started grinding the herbs together, muttering incantations under her breath. The air around us seemed to thrum with energy as she worked, the faint glow of magic infusing the mixture. I stood by, watching her every move, my impatience barely contained.

Elizabeth felt her stomach turn, her head pounding almost immediately. "What," Elizabeth grasped her head, the ground spinning beneath her. "What did you give me?" The wolf watched her for a moment, confused eyes turned cold and calculating. "You won't remember any of this," the wolf told her. "You won't remember me, or my name. But I will remember you. You're the she-wolf that almost stole the title of Alpha from me. The she-wolf that almost ruined plans five years in the making. And I won't let that happen. Those herbs will erase your memories. Unfortunately, you have a mate bond with James, so I won't be able to erase it entirely, but I can make it useless to you."

He calmed, his fingers shaking. "I can't. I can't stay here". "You have to". "I can't... ". "Sleep ". Joe battled with sleep, suddenly feeling heavy. He grabbed her robes. "You betrayed me". He fell off the bed. Emily smiled. Or rather what had taken her form. Her smile expanded, swallowing her face. She burst into a swarm of Mitos. The Mitos were all over the room. Harver Morvacain watched from above the glass ceiling. "Harver, if you do this again without my permission... "

I said. Mr. Humphries entered, still bandaged but walking, even smiling. He was holding something behind his back. “I want you to know how much I appreciate your help,” he said. “If you hadn’t been there, I don’t know if I could have gotten up. So . . . I brought you something.” He opened his hands to reveal a peculiar necklace, the pendant of which was an inscribed pentagram. “It’s a Morpheus Pentacle,” said Mr. Humphries. “The seller claimed that it prevents lilitu from entering the wearer’s dreams.”

When I opened the door, she was still sitting where I had left her. She was quiet. Almost lifeless. I walked over to her and handed her a small pouch of herbs, an old remedy used to suppress magic when it became too unstable. “This will help,” I said gently, crouching beside her. She looked at me with tired, confused eyes. “What are these?” She asked, her voice was soft and uncertain. “It’ll help keep the dark magic under control,” I explained. She just stared at the herbs, as if unsure whether to trust me or the magic inside them.

But his warm, powerful hand steadied me like a fortress that never wavered. Gradually, I relaxed and lifted the hem of my dress to step through the gentle waves. At some point, Jonah had let go of my hand. I didn't even notice until a larger wave rolled in and knocked me off balance. I nearly fell.