Mind Control Poen Novels & Stories

I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like what came next. Drace turned the vial slightly, watching the liquid swirl inside. “At first, it’s harmless. Just a stimulant—gives humans a little boost. Strength, endurance, clarity.” He glanced at me. “But the more they take it, the more they need it. And once their bodies fully depend on it…” His smile widened. “That’s when the real magic happens. They lose their minds.” I clenched my jaw. Mind control. That’s what he was really after. He wanted to create an army of addicted, obedient humans—enslaved by their own weakness.

"But hallucinations require an antidote to reverse. After the murder, the woman chased neighbors and calmed down by the time the police arrived. So it's not 'Inferno.'" "The second is 'Mind Parasite,' an ancient parasite known as 'Control Worm.' It enters the brain and allows another person to control the host's actions, with the host retaining full memory of the events."

“This is your ticket out of here.” “What the fuck are you talking about? You want me to swallow a pill and then what?” My stomach tightens. Hopefully it’s not poison. “Strychnine,” he says simply, slipping it into the chest pocket of my prison uniform. “Causes violent muscle spasms and convulsions. High doses are deadly. But a small one, like this, will incapacitate without killing.” “And your plan is?” I ask, brow raised, watching his eyes flick toward the cameras.

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.

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.

“I believe you have a Vodu Worm that is used for manipulation, right? It’s the type that prevents someone from betraying another person, you know?” Nancy said, “Yes, I have a Mind Control Vodu that can be used to manipulate a person. If the cursed person wants to betray the other person, the worm will eat them up. The pain will be worse than being munched by millions of ants.” Penta-sun Doyen’s face was ghastly pale, and he looked toward Kayson pleadingly. He said shakily, “I won’t betray you, Mr. Yarde. Please don’t curse me with the worm!”

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.

"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."

Today was the day I would push my abilities to the limit. Focusing my mind, I delved deep into my mental exercises for mind control. I closed my eyes and let the world around me fall away as I visualized the intricate web of thoughts and emotions that connected all living beings. I envisioned my connection to the bear in front of me and focused on establishing my dominance over its will. With a surge of mental energy, I reached out and ensnared the bear's mind, applying gentle yet firm pressure to bend its will to my own. I could feel the resistance, the raw power of the bear's mind pushing back against mine, but I held on, steadily gaining control.

A voice with a Spanish accent came through, deep and sounding far away. "We have the information from Madrid," the man said. "Three years ago, Eleanor purchased large quantities of high-concentration behavioural control drugs through Carlos Vega's channels. We found the sales records. This stuff is poison." I leaned forward, my hands gripping the edge of the desk. The voice continued. "Long-term use of this drug causes memory confusion, cognitive decline, and even permanent brain damage. The strength of the wolf would gradually weaken until it vanished. Routine tests struggle to detect it."