Mind Control Fiction Novels & Stories

Instead, she turned to look at me. I kept my head down, thinking, "Yvette clearly is just worried about Mom going back to the company and getting in the way of her escapades with Dad. Ugh, they're like two dogs in heat! They couldn't even wait to get a room. Don't they know that the office has a surveillance camera? "And what did she mean by mental illness? It was Dad who drugged Mom and forced her to leave the company. Later, Yvette found her a quack who claimed to be a traditional medicine practitioner. He had no license and prescribed prescriptions that only worsened her condition.

Marcel analyzed, a chemical with such powerful effects was truly terrifying to think of. Just imagine if the evil man was to combine all his outrageous experimental drugs, what sort of future would there be for the lives of the innocent. He has the means to control their minds, fabricate the reality around them and even their very dreams could be manipulated by him… would they not be nothing more than mindless zombies existing without a purpose of their own but as mere tools to a sinister monster wanting to crown himself as the creator… as a God among men? “Yes and we’re not sure what other types of bizarre substances he has hidden in this building… so we need to destroy it all, everything m

And the doctor stopped what he was doing immediately and looked at both of us. " What is it?" I asked. " That's a mind control substance. If that shows up on your blood work then it means that you're not actually the one turning into the beast. Someone is making you do it." The doctor explained. " How are they doing that?" I asked. " I'm not sure. Alphaterrosin is full of little nanobites. They can be controlled by anything. A phone, a special device made for a specific purpose. Anything." The doctor says.

A walking dream, a touch and go of deja vu followed by blast of stolen memories to prove the dream right. He could as easily draw them in his web, make them believe they were doing things of their own free will. It worked for a short while. Another reason why he needed the brimstones. They empowered Telesthesia. Any foolish attempts at caling it mind-control were at best gullible, at worst a false negative. He can't control minds, he could simply plant suggestions in them. And that was enough, for now.

Vampires had been using mind control for centuries. It was the only way to seduce mortals into being a willing food source. And it was the only way to erase their memory afterward. Before inventing the formula for artificial blood, Malcolm had used mind control on a nightly basis. He'd never felt any qualms about it. It was a matter of survival. It was normal.

"Funny, your friend here once said that. Shall I show you how I taught him to serve his master?" Bracing himself, Jaxon waited for the tenebrous touch of evil to invade his mind. The pervasive and unbreakable mind control that fucked him over so royally and made him dance like a marionette. Except . . . The crushing pain never arrived. As a matter of fact, the pressure in his head eased, and his wolf growled. Now? His brothers must have fought a mental invasion and won because the unnatural one screamed, "Kill them. Kill them all!"

I yelped, falling forward. “ Well, it explains what happened to these people. ” Nora huffed. “ Are you alright? ” Tyson asked. “ I am fine and what— ” I paused when I saw the Hall. The people were still there. But their eyes had lost their color. Their eyes were Grey—stony Grey and their bodies were frozen in the same spot as if they were not even breathing. “ What is…this? ” Horror struck my guts and twisted them in knots. “ Mind control. ” Dustin stated as a matter of fact.

“It would be awesome if I could control the minds of people and manipulate them according to my will. I could double my wages, too.” I cocked an eyebrow at him while Lucella chuckled. Zeve blinked at him with a blunt smile. But a heavy aura had fallen around Zahir and Hikari. “Would you say the same if someone controlled your mind and manipulated you?” Zahir asked in an angry tone. Morfan squinted his eyes. “Well… that would be… bad… I guess.” He shrugged.

“This way won’t hurt him. This way stops his family from beating him. This way makes him the person he should have been.” “You don’t know that! Sam, if you got that from the Nazis, they tortured people! For that! People died!” “That’s true. On both counts. But they also succeeded. This drug protocol, this technique—it works.” “To do what!?” “To change him. It makes him susceptible to suggestion, receptive to it. It allows edits to his thoughts and ideas.” “It’s mind control!?”

I try to blink away the excruciating pain and pause when I feel Victor’s sweaty hands touch each side of my head. He presses into my ears with his palms, staring into my eyes with his hypnotic gaze. Those lips of his move, and then I’m lost, seized by an invisible force. I can’t turn away now. The world is spinning, disappearing before my eyes. My knees weaken, and I wobble forward, suddenly no longer in control of my body. What the hell is his ability? Mindcontrol? God, he is just a more robust version of his father then.