Novel & Cerita Mind Control Stories

he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. “Thank you. I did some mind control stuff earlier… oh God, I am going crazy!” she laughed, grabbing her head with both hands. Marcus's eyes widened. “Mind control?” “Yeah, like….” She sighed, fixing her gaze on the flower pot. With a deep breath, Zyra focused on the flower pot, willing it to rise. To Marcus's astonishment, the pot began to lift slowly into the air, hovering steadily. Her eyes glinted with concentration and a hint of amazement as she controlled its movements.

Then “I’ve heard a lot of stories about myself tonight.” A small ripple of laughter. Nervous. Interested. “Some of them were true,” I continued. “Most of them weren’t.” A pause. Just enough. “But that’s the problem with stories,” I said. “If you let other people tell them for you… you lose control of who you are.” The room stilled. Focus tightened. I felt it. That shift again. The same one from before. But stronger now. “I won’t do that,” I said.

“I remember people. But I have no memory of them. Does that make sense. It is like they were there but they weren’t.” “Mind control.” He said softly. Mitsuhide had proven to them earlier how easy it was to make someone believe things that weren’t true. Even he was able to be controlled if only for a minute or so. She had been told things her whole life about these people she saw. It would take a strong brain to completely remember something after the statement had been made. He knew she had been told over and over it was her mind. She had fought that and remembered things though. She had thought it was all in her head for years until the bricks kept falling around her. Step by step she had r

“You have blood on your nose. Just wipe it. It’s quite disturbing.” Coach Mark had just walked out on them, leaving the house in uneasy silence. Khali’s gaze shifted between Brady and Rye, who fixed their eyes on her. Brady gingerly dabbed at the crimson splotch on the bridge of her nose. Khali, Rye, and Brady had found a splendid abode to rest their weary bodies. The coach bestowed upon them an additional quilt, allowing the two gentlemen to slumber on the floor while Khali luxuriated in the bed. The throbbing ache in Khali’s head persisted, a constant reminder of her trauma. She believed that altering Coach Mark’s perspective was an impossible feat. Fortuitously, he proves to be quite plia

Letisha Hearst - Carter “Suspicious? Why? What is going on there? Why are random people showing up like their minds have been controlled?” I curiously asked. Sebastian looked at me as if he was surprised, “I think you are right, they are being controlled with their minds, but still, I am not sure,” “I talked to one of them and they seemed to be out of it,” He claimed while massaging his chin, “It seems like they couldn’t remember why they were there,”

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.

She'll cause everyone to meet terrible ends. 'No, now that I'm reborn, I absolutely cannot watch Mom and Dad get publicly criticized again.' All three of them froze upon hearing my thoughts, looking at each other with shock and uncertainty. 'I just don't know if Mom and Dad would believe me if I told them. If I remember correctly, that letter should still be in Victoria's drawer. The accusations in it are really serious.' Mom's hand trembled as she served me food, and a piece of beef fell onto the table. She then pretended nothing happened and smiled stiffly.

I step out of Ash’s hold and look at Blue. “Well I had a little help from a friendly monster.” Blue gives a small smile. “And I also figured out that I can do the same thing as Aidan, I can do the mind control thing.” “What, when did you find that out?” He looks at me with interest. “I was sleeping and suddenly I heard voices, it was you and Lyrica having a conversation and I remembered Lyrica saying the same thing to me, just before I was taken away. Then the next night I was sucked into the Masters head and I over heard a conversation he was having with some monsters, he realised I was there and he some how forced me out of his head. I also think that, that is one thing that he can not do,

“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.”

“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.”