Hypnotized Hermitcraft Novels & Stories

It also emitted the putrid smell of rotting vegetables. Release me this instant, or I promise you, you won’t live to see another day!” I struggled against the hemp ropes that bound me, to no avail. In the end, I tried using witchcraft, but that, too, was in vain. I reached d*eep inside me, but it felt like all of my black witch powers had disappeared. How could this be? What did that damn Lee bastard do to me?

I said, my voice barely a whisper. From the dimensional storage, I summoned the herb. The air in the small room crackled as it materialized, a cool, dense weight in my hands. Seraphiel’s head snapped up, her blindfolded face turning toward me as if she could feel its power pulsing against her skin.

She will find a cure; she will find the answer to why she became like this. At eleven o’clock in the evening, Grazziena has been drawn into the realm of the lethargic phase of life. She snored like a baby as the wind blew, trying every particle thereof to creep into those tiny holes from the window of Grazziena’s room. These bits of wind particles soothed the fair skin of Grazziena, giving her sleeping soul the calmness it needs. Then the clock ticks and its two fingers darted into the twelve o’clock or midnight position.

45.1 Two veiled priestesses approached the central podium, carrying an incense holder. I couldn't help but cough briefly as I involuntarily inhaled the smoky haze that enveloped the area. On the room's right side, another veiled figure, clad in familiar black attire, stood. The shaman whom Eric had brought with him began to enact her spell. While Lady Heressa, the shaman, quietly chanted, a sprinkling of holy water descended upon me. This took me by surprise, causing me to flinch in response. Although the process felt strange, I refrained from making assumptions or seeking explanations, as I was certain that this was an entirely new experience for me.

The little ones will not be our permanent cover. "I'll help," she said quickly. "I can feel the magic. Sparks everywhere like little sparks. It was a proud feeling that I had in her, and it went down to my chest. "Good. Then listen carefully." Both of us were on our knees on the floor of the broken temple. I placed the herbs in a shallow dish and sprinkled over it the dust of crystals which had been crushed. Harriet leant forward with her open wide eyes. Mommy, shall it shine already?

I need a little help here. The map glows for a moment, points toward the bed, and then goes blank again. I walk over to the bed. I pull back the covers and look under the pillows, but nothing. I go to my knees and look under the bed. Beneath the bed, I see a dark brown and black amulet shining at me, waiting for me to take it home. There is also a set of eyeballs looking at me.

“I'm already late for my meeting. Think of this no more, child” I start to feel dizzy after I stare deep to her glowy eyes, I think I am hypnotized. I shake my head trying to shake it off but my attempts seem to bear no fruit. I could hear her fast movement towards me but I can’t do anything to help my situation, she kicks me out of the tavern. With one knee on the floor, I put my hand over my head to gain control of my mind “I hope Steve wouldn’t mind if I turn you into one of my mindless slaves” she licks her lips “I’m going to enjoy having you around”

"The key is confidence... .be confident in your strength, brains, finesse, and elegance. You're a natural rather inside your true vessel, reincarnated, or transmigrated. You are a piece of God... allow me to show you how." Harriet stepped ahead of Phuture after sensing doubts from another woman, hoping to boost her confidence in the future by displaying the power of ego. She knew the Divine Goddess was more than powerful enough to kill the demon before them, but it was just a matter of boosting her confidence to knowing so as well. The Hooded Demon blitzed forward to begin their brawl, but he was quickly cut off by Harriet's first technique. "Water Manipulation." The snowfall's shape transfi

Like the air itself has thickened, pressing down on my shoulders. Mrs. Humphrey moves with practiced ease, lighting the candles one by one. The scent of burning herbs fills the air—earthy, sharp, and thick enough to make my stomach churn. She places a crystal in front of me, a milky-white stone that catches the candlelight in strange, shifting patterns. “This will act as your tether. It keeps your spirit grounded so you don’t lose yourself in the vision,” she explains. Lose myself? I swallow hard, suddenly unsure if I even want to go through with this.

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.