Mind Control Freeuse Novels & Stories

I tensed my brow. His mind was numb. He was thinking, but those weren’t his thoughts? He was acting, but had no control over his actions? As much as his words were lame and unbelievable, they made sense. They made sense because there was a branch of magic that could control minds and manipulate people’s actions — forbidden magic, which was currently owned by only one person — Derek. Amor looked at me after reading Ian’s statement. Maybe he was thinking the same as I was.

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 .

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.

I noticed a few people quietly shuffling backward, putting distance between themselves and Hayden and Selena. However, Selena's lackey, Rebecca Hills, suddenly raised her voice. "Hey! I just went to the bathroom, and already you're playing house with this random man and child? "He's pretty handsome. Did you hire a male model with your money?" She strutted arrogantly. "At least try to make it look believable. If you spent all your money on this, do you even have enough left to eat? If you beg me nicely, I might eat a little less and save you some leftovers to take home."

"Even Ruby failed. What can you do as an assistant?!" I pressed the broadcast button, my voice carrying into the isolation chamber through the speakers. "Commander Morris, can you hear me? This is Faith Gallagher. "Now, hold your breath. Pull your focus inward to the center of your mind. Don’t fight the lightning. Accept it." "Picture your body as a conductor, not a container."

“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.”

“That sounds like a polite way of saying you’re about to mess with my head.” He didn’t react to the tone. “We use memory projection. Supervised. Controlled. With a stop signal available at any point.” I stared at him. “You’re going to make me relive things on purpose.” “Your elements already do that,” he said. “The difference is whether you are choosing to engage with it or being forced into it without control.” That landed. I didn’t respond immediately. My fingers flexed slightly at my sides, like my body already knew what was coming and wasn’t thrilled about it.

“What was that?” “Ah, just a little trick that I can do,” Aislen winced, flushing. “It’s nothing really.” “Mind control,” Aaron murmured. “Fascinating and explains… so much about former emissaries.” “M, there’s a whole shit-tonne of problems with doing that,” Bianca ignored Aaron. “Like, just look at this girl,” she gestured to June. “She’s gone all blank faced. And those guys - where are they going? What’s going to happen when they get there? Does this wear off and will they go back to normal? What if it doesn’t wear off?”

My face contoured into an expression that felt uncomfortable to my skin. “What I mean, is that Mrs Velt has been studying you for years. It is very rare, extremely rare. It has been estimated only a handful of individuals have this trait in the entire world. But there is something in you, gears in your mind that means you can never be under mind control of any sort. And you have the power to lift others from that same restriction. It’s wonderful, actually. As long as anyone stays around you their own minds can never be warped into absolute submission. You are like a big human transmitter of freedom and self-thought.”

“Way better than those AniMox pods you’re all so attached to.” “Oh?” said the shadow. “Better than the brainwave pods? AniMox has got the potential to hack people, man. Imagine bein’ in control of the Grand Minister - everything you want suddenly became law. So you’d better not be fucking with me with your ‘way better than’ crap. Ain’t nothin’ more powerful than mind control.” Merlin took another drag casually, and waved away the hostility.