Invincible Mind Novels & Stories

At least she wasn't aware of anyone by that name. Cara focused on remembering this Tara's words. The girl's words had held a lot of meaning for Cara. That is, before she was pulled to this empty, bright void. Did her words still hold importance to Cara? She really was unsure whether they did or not. Was it importance, or was it just boredom that she was now going over and over it all? Cara figured it was probably the latter. As she continued to ponder this Tara person's words, she found herself wondering what the girl's reason was for the message. She felt like maybe she should have known what the invisible Tara had been talking about. Invisible? What was that all about? Why could she hear t

Words fired out at machine-gun speed. "Why is the human looking at me? Does she like me? Does she hate me? Does she like or hate me? Why is she still circling me? "Will she nuzzle me? Can I nuzzle her? Does she like me? Does she hate me? What—" Her thoughts were annoyingly loud and chaotic. I pretended to circle her a few more times, but mentally, I was drowning in her psychic high-speed rambling. Rather than overthinking, I decided to go on the offensive and deploy some cunning tricks.

You cannot win, Sharmin whispered in his mind and Kilvic did not answer. This was the third time the boy had done it and Kilvic kept his mind wondering if this was some form of psychological warfare. A literal mind game designed to aid in victory. He knew he would answer eventually, if the boy continued, but not yet. He needed to be convinced the boy simply held an interest in having a conversation while they sparred. Sharmin had proved, long ago, that he had a future as a mind mage. His ability to link with one’s mind was almost seamless. Many of their classmates had commended it. And while Kilvic knew he could expel the boy from his mind easily, he did not. He simply listened, and waited.

"Damn! Am I going to miss the Invincible Fighting Method?" Ding Hao was astonished and wanted to save it but it was too late. He hurriedly thought the words he had remembered and wanted to know how much he had remembered. Unexpectedly, Ding Hao found something incredible. The Invincible Fighting Method had thousands of words, which were very complicated, profound and difficult to understand. Somehow, Ding Hao had actually engraved it in his mind very clearly, as if he had recited it thousands of times. Every word had been ingrained and had become part of Ding Hao's memory.

She nodded in approval, “from what Javier has told me and given the fact that he was able to wake up on his own, the substance that was used on him has caused Ivan to be trapped in his own mind and as a result, his mind is protecting itself, you have to get it to believe that you are not an enemy, that is the only way that you can gain entry and free him from his prison.” I nodded, sounded simple enough in words, it was time to put it into practice and see if it remained that simple. I placed both palms on either side of Ivan’s head and closed my eyes, my mom’s words were replaying in my head, ‘trick his mind into thinking that you are not a foreign object and it would not treat you like one

It was an unmistakable feeling of invasion now that her mind was clear enough to notice it. Remembering the younger Victor's advice, she focused on the image of a massive stone wall rising up from the unearthed soil of her mind, and the invasion stopped immediately. She didn't want him to see the humiliating memories that kept filtering in, but she wanted him to see her murderous thoughts even less. "I always knew my girl would be a quick study. Putting up a mental block powerful enough to keep even the wolves' most powerful psychic out? Mommy's proud."

“The selective shielding of the brain is a kind of thinking defect. Everyone should have experienced this before. You can’t find something no matter how hard you look, but in a few days, this thing will appear on the table by itself. Actually, it has always been on the table, but when you see it, your brain selectively blocks it. Sometimes, you keep looking for your phone, but the phone is actually in your hand. It’s all the same. Right now, the Death Inquisitor has used this flaw in human thinking to make everyone block out the inconspicuous details in front of them. I have to admit that he is really amazing. He is simply a top-notch master of human psychology. His thinking is so advanced t

And as I delved into the realm of mind control, I found not a curse, but a path to understanding, to mastering the extraordinary within. My journey into mastering mind control was a challenging odyssey that tested the limits of abilities. The very notion of manipulating the thoughts of others both fascinated and terrified me. Del, who had now become a trusted friend, bravely volunteered to be my initial subject, standing by my side as I attempted to unlock the full potential of my powers.

The one who could pass. "Why are you here?" I asked. "Same as you." He leaned close. I smelled tobacco under the soap. Old habit, recently broken. "The notebook. Lin records everything. Every session. Every secret." "Session?" "She's not just blind." He smiled. Sad. Proud. "She's a predator. Finds broken people, fixes them, keeps the pieces. Your 'murder'? Ten years ago? She planted the memory. You were her first project." The door buzzer rang.

An incantation cannot prevent those chemical reactions from taking place, they simply hold back the effects. Think of it as a dam that completely sealed a river's flow, and with my death that dam will break. Years upon years of emotions will be released at once, and the long years that you will continue to live in this world will be spent as a prisoner in your own mind. My disciples will make certain that your mind remains intact, that you experience each missed emotion that had been suppressed over these long years. However, they will be unable to prevent the expected physiological responses that your mind must take to preserve your life. History will not want to remember a great mind that