Mind Control Fiction Novels & Stories

Razz whispered to the girls who looked at him in shock. “What is he doing to them?” Sasha asked. “I don’t know, looks like he got them under some sort of mind control.” Razz said, as he watch the doc turn one of the men’s head and place some kind of scanner or reader at the back of their heads. “Looks like he implanted some kind of micro chip in the back of their head that's controlling them. From the looks of the reader, he is using a micro brain neurological neutralizer inhibiter chip. It looks like he boosted the chip somehow, because that chip isn’t supposed to control the subject it’s only supposed to neutralize them. The government was looking into putting them into people in order to

Nimue said she had trilled his mind to see if it was him and came up empty though. " Mind control " Nimue says inside of me , Shirer looks at me. Of course she would have heard Nimue. She has spoken to her through me before. " I thought the same too , that was why I have just tried putting a mental blocker on him. I was kept out " Shirer voice rattles in my mind. " If it was mind control , there would be no dark magic in his blood , or wrongs in his mind. Mind control doesn't always have to be black magic , and his memories will be kept clean by whoever is doing it. " Nimue answers .

Nick continues, his expression unreadable, “they developed a serum which would assist with their mind control efforts, and sought out a few select volunteers to experiment on. I was one of those volunteers. Had I known what would happen . . . well, that is neither here nor there. In a nutshell, T.H.E.M.’s mind control serum worked—but it worked a little too well. Certainly better than they had anticipated. “There were certain . . . ah, side effects which came along with the serum. In addition to turning the brain into a temporary puppet, it opened up the brain’s potential, even after the mind control was released.” “So, what, they turned you into a super brain?” I ask, trying not to roll my

“When Oakley and I returned to Halian, we met with Sylvia. We wanted to understand how Jack had controlled us—whether it would continue to affect us. She told us that all mind-control stems from obsession. Even the strongest wizards can’t control someone without exploiting their deepest, most suppressed desires.” Jack had said something similar in the garden at House Fox—that he hadn’t controlled them, only given them what they truly wanted. Aiden’s voice grew taut. “When Jack forced me to take the King from you, my mind wasn’t blank. It was filled with one thought: if I succeeded, if the King was gone... maybe you would be mine.” His breath hitched. “I imagined what it would be like to have

"Gosh, that's amazing!" Renee exclaimed in feigned surprise. "Doesn't that mean it could control humans like puppets?" Beside her, Andre grinned proudly. "You can say that." "That's just stupendous…" Renee nodded, fighting back her emotions as she asked, "How does the mind control work? And can you regain lost memories?" Andre thought about it, but he shook his head. "Erasing memories is like formatting a hard drive. You can't get it back."

“I can see in your soul. A girl who was never loved by friends. A mate who has constantly given her reasons to leave. A mother who outshines her in every way. What do you really have to offer anyone?” A pain shot through my heart as she truly captured my inner demons. “I guess we aren’t that much different. They pushed aside you for a sister. You are mateless and have no friends.” “True, but I have a power that outranks you.” Her eyes squinted. “What power would that be?” “Did you know with possession comes a certain ability for mind-control?” I did not like where this was going. “That is literally the definition.” “Not wrong, but with weak-minded people, it is easy to bounce between them. M

Morana Ambrose. I had never felt such helplessness as I did when Adrian's mind control took hold of me, his powerful presence pressing against my own will. My body stiffened, unable to resist the overwhelming force that wrapped around me like a suffocating fog. I tried to fight it at first, pushing back with every ounce of my strength, but it was like trying to move against a tidal wave. His voice, soft but commanding, whispered into my thoughts, pulling me deeper into the abyss of his memories.

"That's impossible." "This is what Phase Three is," I whispered. "Not just surveillance. Mind reading. Thought control." "Eventually, yes." Miguel pulled up more files. "Right now, they can only read. But the next phase, Synapsis Plus, includes transmission capabilities. They'll be able to send signals back. Influence thoughts. Trigger emotions. Control behavior." "They're building mind control," Adrien said flatly. "They're building a hive mind," Miguel corrected. "A global neural network where every human consciousness is connected to Apex's central system. Where Morgan or whoever controls the system can access any mind, any time, anywhere."

“Oh yeah? What kind of family are we talking about here?” “The highly dysfunctional, intensely rigid kind,” I said, leaning back and crossing my legs with practiced ease. “My dad, Mercer, is a total control freak. He and my mother divorced because he literally could not turn off his management brain. He treated our childhood vacations like high-stakes tactical deployments. I'm not even joking. He briefed us with printed maps and emergency exit strategies before a trip to Disney World. The final straw for my mom was when he tried to give her a structured quarterly performance review on their tenth wedding anniversary.”

He asks, “That’s an Old Money aspect . They do reckless things under the guise of rules, pretending there’s some sort of moral reason behind it. Or tradition. We don’t do any of that. People are easily manipulated when they are completely unaware of the influence we have over their daily lives,” “So what are you saying?” I can feel the hairs standing on my neck. “You control every person in New York?” “Yes.” He didn’t hesitate. I search his eyes, hoping I’d find a lie, but I don’t. “What happens when a person goes off the script?” “They die,” “Even when they don’t know?” “Yes,” “What about… what about talking to them?” I ask, “Telling them what’s happening? What they did? Like… like making t