Mind Control Fiction Novels & Stories

“Did you just say: ‘what you wanted me to remember’? Are you saying that you messed with my mind? Is that why I don’t remember any of this?” Remliel stands and walks to the window. All I can see is his back. “Yes. I’m the angel of mysteries. I used my power to reprogram your mind. I can’t make you forget everything because that would be an abuse of nature. But I can make you remember certain things differently.” He turns around, and the sunlight hits his back. He looks like a holy figure. “Instead of remembering how you lost your parents and sold your house, I made you think you moved to NYC to pursue your writing career. Since the loss of a brother pained you the most, I gave you a sister.”

I didn’t know what happened next but very calmly, Nathaniel told Martin to loosen his hold once again and this time, Martin let him go slowly and put him down on the ground as I saw Nathaniel’s feet just a few feet away from the side of the bed. When I looked at Martin from under the bed, his forehead was drawn in harsh lines and perspiration beaded his entire face. With a start, I realized that Nathaniel Eustein had been using his Incubus powers of mind control on Martin and from what he had said earlier, about controlling creatures to take over other dimensions; I understood that mind control was Nathaniel’s power…and it didn’t work on me, just like Martin’s power wasn’t working on me.

"One: don't make eye contact with anyone you don't know. It doesn't take long for the incantation that will open others' minds to settle in, especially if they're familiar with your scent." My eyebrows furrowed. "Open others' minds?" Luca repeated. "It's mind control basically," she admitted. "We don't like to call it that because the whole point isn't to exercise control. It's to aid us in helping others work through various traumas, allowing us to see their thoughts. But there are those that use this incantation to peel back the mind and distort reality. It can be very dangerous." "And all it takes is making eye contact with someone?" I asked.

“My Lord, we have managed to perfect mind control. Our range of control is not too large right now, I can only control two person at a time while he can do ten at a time.” Ignoring the alarm bells going on in my head and the fear reeking from the pores of my men, I stood up and clapped. They had exceeded my expectations. I wasn't aware of what they were up to given that I only gathered them because of the war. I never expected this. “Thank you my Lord” Ganymede said as they all bowed. “How long does the control work?” “Mind control is strength draining my Lord, the stronger you are, the longer the durability. That being said, we have not had a long time to explore how long the control can la

“[Mind Manipulate] is when the victim is completely aware of their actions but they do not know the reason for their actions, in which the caster is the one that’s giving these thoughts. However, the victim can still stop such commands since the spell is not that strong. [Greater Manipulation] is almost the same as [Mind Manipulation], but the effects are stronger. Victims will find it harder to go against the commands of the caster. [Mind Control], the victim has no clue of their actions and is practically unconscious. The caster has almost complete control over the victim and the victim cannot fight back any commands with a few exceptions. [Total Control] is a higher tier version of [Mind

The Chancellor cultivated Curse Magic. However, after being passed down for generations, the Curse Magic now had many variations. The one he cultivated was the Mind Control Art. The Mind Control Art was essentially a Curse Magic capable of controlling other living beings. As he catalyzed the Mind Control Art, the countless beasts behind him went berserk. These beasts seemed to be in excruciating pain, emitting agonizing roars. The deafening and mournful roars echoed through the sky, shattering the dark clouds and making the earth tremble.

It contained criminals and jackasses. I spotted a target sitting in the corner. His table was full of drugs. He was groping and making out with two very underage girls. I shook my head, gulped my drink, and went to his table. Security stopped me before I could get close, but vampires have what we call mind control, in other words, compulsion. I can make any human do anything I want. I compelled the guard to let me through to his boss, and he obliged. I swayed my hips towards the dangerous-looking man. When he noticed me, he smirked. I made my way to him. He signaled me to sit on his lap. The two young girls were dismissed brutally by him. They left frowning because I took away their business

He narrowed his eyes, thinking deeply. "So what are you trying to say?" I widened my eyes, returning to the seat. "All those scientists at the lab, they are under someone's control." He pointed out, reminiscing his thought factor. "We can obviously see that." I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "It's beyond physical control. It's more like mental control. Someone's really in charge of them." He hurried to his school bag that was lying in a corner of the room. "What makes you say that?" I squinted my eyes.

“Ah, but you see, Jack. The human mind is a marvelous thing. Did you know the brain can be controlled? It has both a conscious and unconscious parts.” I look at him as if he had grown two heads. “I can manipulate the subconscious state of your brain to an automatic pilot. Influencing thoughts, feelings and actions. I have created perfect soldiers. Men with no choices to be made if we input a simple order.” Then it dawns to me, he can morph and have snake-like abilities. I hear a deep voice calling my name, “Jack, relax. Open your mind to me.” “I will pray Hecate to clear the path for us.”

Images filled the screens on the wall, molecular structures, brain scans, and what looked like sound wave patterns. "The Pure Blood Order has been busy," Odette added, passing me a tablet with more files. "They've been developing this mind control project for years, long before Marcus got involved." I browsed through the files, my scientific background making sense of what others might miss. "These are neural response patterns. They're mapping exactly how different frequencies affect werewolf brain chemistry." "Can you explain in non-scientist terms?" Carson asked, his hand at the small of my back providing silent support.