Hypnotized Hermitcraft Novels & Stories

Cannot be. The wind pulls me to sit but I couldn't relax. A great force is at work here, and it's immensely unnerving. My sternum hurts from the heavy hammering of my heart. "Your eyes. Close them." Against my will, my eyes shut, enveloping me in darkness. Then, listening to her voice again, I do just as she bids. "Now, open them." Her voice is bewitching and hypnotising. It is spoken in a manner that it charms you to do as she demands without a question.

“It wants us to doubt.” We named the thoughts aloud — mundane, practical truths — until the sound couldn’t latch on. The hermitage’s wards pulsed, absorbing any stray resonance. For a long, tense hour, we picked apart wires, unwrapped crystal filigree, and recited warding phrases. The tide shuddered against the stones as if urging haste. Finally, with a final snap and a sigh like a door closing, the lattice stilled. Its hum dimmed to nothing. The chamber felt like a mouth that had stopped speaking.

through her fingertips. She used her medical understanding of tactile feedback, feeling for the "Nodes of Resistance" within the liquid. She began to vibrate her hand at 120 Hertz - the frequency of a resting human heart under the "Hush" - and then slowly ramped it up to the **Note of Absence**. The mercury responded, swirling into a perfect Fibonacci spiral. The sphere didn't just open; it dissolved into a mist of silver particles, revealing the primary elevator shaft leading to the Command Core.

This was not a rogue, nor a mere shadow it was something far older, something tied to her awakening. Damon’s hand found hers, grounding her, anchoring her to reality. “Control it,” he urged, his voice tense. “Do not let it see fear.” She nodded, inhaling slowly, letting the rhythm of her heartbeat sync with the bond, drawing strength from their connection. Light began to pulse from her fingertips, weaving patterns that danced across the ground like living threads.

She had to be taken back to Northcrest at once. I brought her to a hospital in Northcrest. Her parents, who had been informed, rushed over and nearly fainted from all their crying. It didn't look like the Stewarts recognized me. They just kept thanking me. I didn't bother telling them my name. When they left to settle Eliza's medical fees, she regained consciousness and opened her eyes just a little. She took my hand and said slowly, "Although I was unconscious, I heard everything. Thank you." I simply said I did what was right. Once the Stewarts came back, I quickly left the hospital.

Amber arrives at the country clinic and shown to her room. Liz has explained to her on the trip up. That they will use some intense therapy, showing her pictures retelling stories that happened in the past. All to jog her memory. She has been warned that it can sometimes be very painful, but to imagine it as forcing a very rusty door open in your mind. Once it’s opened the pain has gone and the future is whole and open to you again.

So he crawled away from underneath me, so he could catch his breath. Hot tears sprang to my eyes, as I tried in vain to release my neck from rope, because it was killing me slowly. I had no idea if it was because I was dying on a gradual process, but suddenly I was thrown into the position of having a trance. "What the hell are you doing man?" "Shut up!" Someone snapped. And silence fell. "Good, now turn him over." I felt four pair of hands holding me. "Now make him face the floor."

Who knew that once she turned around after ending the call with Butler Jude, she would find herself suddenly engulfed in a blinding white burst of light? Her eyes stung and she had to close them. 'Damn! I'm being attacked?' That was the first thought she had in mind, and thus, without a second thought, she released all the lethal items and skills that she could bring out. Hypnosis, curses, explosive and weapons of all kinds and lethality available below level 7. In just a second, the place had turned unrecognizable and the building floor itself had shown signs of showing collapse!

, She was serious this time and when I turned, my heart rate immediately increased. A snout was already forming on her and her canine teeth were already long. “You were immune to the aconitum napellus but you not lucky this time perra”, She chuckled and before I knew what she meant, l felt a handkerchief on my nose. “The babies are immune this time…. Perra”, Those were the last words l heard her whisper before the drug took over my body. “I wish Harriet was around and watch you bitch… my perra”, The foolish’s words echoed in my ears as l slowly regained my conscience. The bitch really succeeded this time. She had my arms and legs chained on the wall and she was talking to herself as she walk

She faked a cry. "Shut up! I said shut up!" I raised my voice again and she sobbed like she was in pain. If anyone had been in my shoes, they would have fallen for her trap. But who she is kidding? I'm Harry, the legend of every girl's dream boy who never falls for another trap. "Listen, bitch!! If I ever see you cross my life, just consider you would lose everything. I mean it, So don't play with me ever." I warned and stormed out of the bar.