John Milton Hipnosis / Audio Novels & Stories

9th master, can we start now? Robin seemed to be preoccupied with thoughts and appeared to not hear what the hypnotist said. He just casually raised his arm. So, the hypnotist played music, lighted special incense and started the psychological session… Half an hour later… An hour later… Two hours later… Hypnosis failed. He, David Swift, had cured numerous complicated cases and was also hired by the world's No. 1 mercenary group "Gods of Dusk" as a top counsellor and psychologist. But now, he began to question his abilities for the millionth time.

Then he pulled out his own phone, opened the master control panel for HypnoControl, and typed the activation sequence. On Emma’s screen, the rom-com audio dipped for a split second. A soft, layered whisper slipped directly into her ears through her earbuds (she always used them at home). The visual pattern pulsed once, perfectly timed with her breathing. Emma blinked slowly. Her eyelids grew heavy. A warm, tingly fog settled over her mind. Ryan spoke quietly, his voice calm and commanding. “Good girl, Emma sleeps deep.” Emma’s body relaxed instantly. Her phone slipped from her fingers onto the cushion. Her pretty hazel eyes glazed over, staring blankly at the TV screen without really seeing

Upon my arrival I spotted Silas seated on a swing just a few meters away from the youths who were playing football. “Silas,” I said when I got to where he was seated. He made the same irritated look when he saw me. I knew that we would never get used to our smell. “Marcus, why have you called me?” he asked. “Yesterday, when I asked you to hypnotize Kelvin, did you do it?” “Yes, I did,” he replied. “No you didn’t,” I interrupted him. “If you took away the memories of that night from him then how is it that he still knows about it?”

"Standard brute force isn't working. I need to overload their sensory processors. I need to confuse the AI." "How?" "Audio injection!" Hailey’s fingers flew across the keys. "I’m hijacking their tactical comms channel. Broadcasting... now!" Ben braced himself, expecting white noise or a high-frequency screech. Instead, the Snow-Cat’s speakers—and the speakers inside the enemy mech—blasted music at maximum volume. But it wasn't rock. It wasn't techno. It was a trap-remix of the Great Compassion Mantra, with a heavy bass drop.

It was a photo of a young man who looked somewhat similar to him. It was obvious who the person in this photo was. Micah stroked Quincy's face in the photo. His voice was still as cold as ever without the slightest ripple. "I did tell you that it would last a lifetime, but I also told you that hypnosis isn’t a spell. There are still weaknesses. The hypnosis I cast on Julien was to make him firmly believe that you're Maple Leaf. However, once someone tells him you're not Maple Leaf, or if he discovers it himself, the hypnosis will gradually weaken and he'll change back to his original self."

This damn strange sensations I get when I am in his presence is going to drive me insane. “ I will bend you over and spank you until you listen to me and be a good little one,” he whispered in my ear with a deep low husky voice. My bottom lip quivered out of fear because I don’t know if he actually meant it or was just trying to scare me into staying with him. I stayed quiet, not wanting to test that theory.

Chris shook his head and said, “I never received psychological treatment. How could I have been hypnotized?” Collin and Jaden exchanged a glance. The two of them perhaps had more authority to speak on the matter. Collin said, “About seven years ago, Jaden and I were on a mission in Lonat and encountered a hypnotist. He was actually an expert psychological therapist conducting experiments—random hypnosis.” Everyone who passed through that street had been hypnotized. They all woke up at night at the same time and walked back to that street. He was doing it for his own paper.

Holt was once again left with no words. "You cannot," Mr. Holt instantly retorted before Maleeka once again tried to convince him that he should be in a separate room. "Why not?" I was looking him directly in the eye. He was getting intimidated by my sudden queries. "Because the liquid that is used to hypnotize someone has been ran out," as soon as he did a slip up, he shut his mouth down and closed his eyes to grunt, "I mean, you ran out of the liquid you were using to hypnotize me," he corrected, but didn’t look too pleased because now we had some information about the whole hypnotism thing.

Raw data flooded the screen: timestamps, audio spectrums, encrypted surveillance. Slipping on noise-canceling headphones, she played the first audio file. Static. Then, her mother’s distorted but unmistakable voice: “If anyone hears this... remember me. I am not a shadow. I am not your project.” Isabella froze, hands trembling. The clip was layered, her mother’s voice beneath subliminal commands: “You will forget. You will comply. You are safe. You are nothing.” This was the Echo Protocol, raw, violent, stripped of pretense—mental warfare, not therapy.

I sat stiffly across from him, my hands gripping the armrests of the chair. "Relax, Thorne," he said in a calm, measured tone. "Hypnosis isn't magic. It's a tool to help your mind unlock what it's already holding. You may not get everything at once, and that's okay. I nodded, though my chest felt tight. "Let's just get started." He guided me through a series of breathing exercises, his voice soothing as he instructed me to close my eyes and focus on his words. Slowly, I felt myself slipping into a trance-like state, my mind growing quieter.