Mind Control Fiction Novels & Stories

Rocco stood to his feet, his eyes blazing with anger. "Enough!" I hit my hand on the table. "We're here to talk about important stuff, not to threaten each other. Trey is right. I can manipulate him into telling me the truth. We don't need torture. Just some form of mind game and hypnosis, and he'd be in our palm." "And how do we do that?" Elio asked, looking at me. "Play these games on him." "I'll do it." "You have other things to do," Rocco bit. "Like going out there and doing your fucking job."

Not sure how that helps my argument, but fuck you. Anyway, Nick took the bait, got in the way of our decoy assignment, and—once more—offered us to come over to the ‘not-so-bad’ side. In an attempt to convince us, Nick confessed T.H.E.M. had been experimenting on him with a new mind-control technology that would allow T.H.E.M. to ‘program’ someone—anyone—into being a temporary killing machine. The experiment had gone wrong on Nick and had led to his alleged mental breakdown, which resulted in his being disavowed by T.H.E.M.

“I too can surpress memories, and make them come to the surface if I choose.” Elaina felt her blood turn to ice at his words. “How is it done?” “It is called a fusione mentale, a mind meld if you will.” Brother Lionel explained coming ever closer. “If the person I am trying to do it with does not cooperate fully it could drive them to insanity.” “How so?” Elaina asked though she feared the answer. “It will tear your mind apart.” Elder Lionel said. He was standing an inch away from Elaina, the dark holes where his eyes should be appearing to be dark holes now. “Do you wish to allow me to access your mind?”

I walked to Jonathan as he growled at his father. "It's called mind control... I can control each and everyone of you here..." I said as I pointed my finger at everyone who was in the room. "So that is supposed to scare me? You think that some cheap tricks are going to scare me, you..." He said pointing at one of the guys in room. "Kill Jonathan." He said in anger.

“Being an elementalist isn’t something of your own will; the world either loves you or it doesn’t.” “The mind mage,” Tillaman continued and Kilvic ignored his companions, “is a different kind of mage. They require the strongest will amongst their peers. Rumor has it amongst those without reia that a mind mage, or a mentalist, as they are often called, has the ability to control minds. This is false. A mind mage simply has the ability to l**k with the minds of others. They input ideas, and yes, in greater prowess, retrieve information. However, the risk involved in both is so grand it can easily cost them their consciousness, leaving them as mindless husks of themselves. That is why mentalist

said the colored-eyed one, reading the file on the computer. "I beg your pardon? Where did you get that?" asked Maddox in confusion, not knowing what he was referring to. "The hacker had this information about the hearts sign. Apparently it's a new technology that is able to control people's minds, like a robot; it's still a prototype, but apparently they've had good results on animals," commented Dax, after reading a part of the file, "A dangerous cartel with the power to control people, great. We're dead." "Manipulating the human mind is very difficult, if not impossible. We don't have an off button or self-destruct."

I peered out around Christian, I wasn’t afraid of this vampire and the dark haired man smiles at me, showing off his large fangs “You really have no idea do you Royal one?” I shake my head and Matthew tells me that they are able to shift thoughts in the brain to anything they wanted, some called it glamouring whilst others called it mind control. "But it isn't us thats doing it to them, it is you" "What do you mean it is me?" "You are the one controlling them, I knew the Royal one was in here when my men walked among them, not showing an interest in us" "I am not doing it!"

Thought after thought of Cole fucking me or touching me kept invading my mind. ‘Enjoying those thoughts?’ He suddenly asked, bringing me back to reality. ‘What.. was that?’ He took a few steps forward, smirking. ‘Vampires have powers, mine just happen to be mind control’. ‘Mind control? Like.. Can you make me do things I don’t want to do?’ Nodded, his smirk grew. ‘Yep. I can read your thoughts, make you do things you don't want, make you forget things.. Make you think things, Invade your dreams... Your head can basically be my own personal playground.’ I definitely didn’t like the thought of that.

"Welcome back, Michael. Ruth. I see you're both awake." I struggled against my bonds, but they were too tight. "What did you do to us?" I snarled. Cynthia's father chuckled. "Oh, I just gave you a little something to help you...comply. You see, I've been experimenting with mind control. And I think I've finally perfected it." Ruth's eyes widened in horror. "No," she whispered. "We'll never do what you want." Cynthia's father shrugged. "Oh, I think you will. You see, I've programmed you both to obey me. And soon, you'll do my bidding without even thinking about it."

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.