Hypnotized Hermitcraft Novels & Stories

I watched her roll the pill around her mouth, letting it dissolve slowly. Huracio walked to Grace and before he even said a word, her jaws dropped. He slipped the pill into her mouth and she also started licking it. “Good girls. Sit on the floor.” He ordered and they sat down in a lotus position. “Close your eyes and focus on my voice. You are about to be hypnotized. Relax and focus on my voice. Empty your mind of all distracting thoughts. Good girls. Imagine yourself in a safehouse. Here, you are safe with me. Your secrets are safe with me. Anything you do here stays here forever… I will count from one to five. On the count of five, I will snap my fingers, and you will fall asleep. Do you u

The survivors will be allowed to join Lupus Dominus to serve us. Eventually, when we’re strong enough, we’ll invade Jericho’s territory and take all his spirit wolves. Harriet is working on some kind of potion that will temporarily strengthen our warriors, making it impossible for Jericho to withstand an attack. She’s very excited about her new invention, but when I asked her about the potion’s exact formulation, she clamped up. The only one who knows how to use spirit magic is Harriet. The people in her lab know how to brew parts of every potion, but they can’t create any of the potions from start to finish. Harriet keeps every formulation in the locked confines of her brain.

“You came for the calming herb. You wish to prepare for the rejection ritual, yes?” My throat went dry. “Yes.” The old woman hummed softly and turned toward one of her shelves. Her hands brushed over jars and bundles until she found a small pouch tied with string. “This herb must be boiled before sunrise. Drink it before you begin the ritual. It will ease the pain—though not remove it.” She handed the pouch to me, and as I reached out to take it, her fingers brushed mine. Her body stiffened. Her grip suddenly tightened around my wrist. Her eyes rolled back, turning a ghostly white, and for a few seconds, she stood perfectly still. When she spoke, her voice sounded distant—haunted.

But his skill in medicine is the only shot we’ve got to wake Nyx. I cradle her against me. “Now what?” “Pull her so her head rests on your chest. You both need to be naked—skin to skin. I’ll cover you with a blanket and funnel the steam around you,” Hermes explains. We arrange ourselves quickly. He pulls a massive funnel over the cauldron, directing the steam toward us, then draws the curtains closed. “You need to let the steam build. Once it forms a thick cloud, I’ll cast the spell. She’ll wake,” Hermes says.

Seraphina listened attentively as I poured out my story, my struggles, and my desperate need for answers. With a gentle nod, Seraphina began to weave her magic. She closed her eyes and murmured words that felt ancient and sacred, her hands moving gracefully as if guided by unseen forces. I watched in awe as the room seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow, as if the very fabric of reality was bending to accommodate the mystical powers at play.

“It’s important to me because it’s a family heirloom.” “I don’t believe you.” She snaps. Surely Nerissa isn’t so delusional that she thinks wearing a mermaid charm can give her our powers. “I’m telling the truth. I can’t bewitch people, that’s all just shifter superstition– stereotypes.” “You hypnotized an entire room, I saw it!” She insists. “I held their attention for the length of a song, that’s it.” And Caspian had been far from hypnotized.

"As far as I know, a magical beast only opt-in going to deep sleep to preserve their life force. May I asked what happen before she fell into a deep slumber?" "This...." When the old hermit saw their conflicted expression, he instantly understands that there is something deeper about this matter. But he won't force them to spill it either if they don't feel like telling him about it. "You don't have to tell me about it if it will put you on the spot. But can I at least see your friend? Maybe I can do something about it?"

I don't realize that I am crying till my mom wipes off my tears. "We will find her son. Do not worry." I sob even harder and louder. Tania is shaking that's when Hermes takes her out. She is shocked. A lot just got revealed to her in a matter of minutes. I look at the fight between the warlock and the imposter demon. He has it trapped under his staff. What's baffling is the fact that, he is not even holding the staff but the demon is heaving as if trapped under a heavy object. It claws and hisses but the staff is immovable. Meanwhile, Mtungagore is rummaging through another pouch. He takes out some other powder that has a strong stench. Mixes it up with the snuff and starts rubbing it all ov

“Thanks for texting me the name. I’ve already sent it to the medium that’s helping me. With that and your pendant, she’s confident she can pinpoint the exact ritual your psychic performed. That’s the first step to fix this mess.” He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t try to make me feel guilty, young lady.” “I’m not, old man.” His soft chuckle made me breathe deep. But it lasted only a heartbeat. He sighed, looking up at the ceiling past his phone, thoughtful. “I’ve been trying to recall details of the ritual, but it’s all kinda blurry. I only remember she set a golden goblet in a circle of twigs and recited some kind of spell. After that, she told me I needed to go back to the basement alone, past m

But Primo was positive it was because of the coming second full moon, also mentioned in the prophecy. Thanks to Northumbria, the House to the Royal Humans, and the mortals, Agartha began modernizing their ways of living. The Maharlikan Pack learned of the north's secret gate, and Primo wasted no time. He told the court he would be there to continue his search for his Luna, and only took Gresser with him. Little did they know they were breaking some kind of rule by stepping inside the mortal world. Not the Mortal House, but the mortal world.