Mind Control Stories Novels & Stories

Their voices were too quiet for those around them to hear. 'Huh?' Prince Auten frowned and felt weird when he saw two puppets remained on the spot. 'What's going on? Do those two have such strong mental strength that they can disobey my instructions?' When he learned the Mind Control Spell, he was told that humans were slightly weaker than gods. However, some possessed strong minds. Those people could only be controlled for a short period. With time, they could break free from their strong mind's control. Prince Auten thought those two puppets had escaped his control with their strong minds. He had no idea those two were not his Sword Soul Puppets.

An ear to ear grin that I had not seen since my last grandpa died. I told you all along young one, that you would be the one, and I've already figured out what your blessing and curse is to become....mind control. The ability to implant thoughts, words, or actions into the minds of ....well, just about everyone on the planet. Could lead you to an early demise...or a long and exciting life, the decisions and lessons are yours to hone from here on out, Good luck and I love you, she told me, as she followed me to the edge of her driveway, beamed at me with pride, and I saw a clarity in her eyes that I hadn't seen that focused in a long time.

The look in his eyes was off, like he was concentrating on something. As he stepped closer, narrowing his eyes at me, I realized what he was concentrating on. Dani said he could mind control people and force them to conform to his will, but it didn’t work on her and Mariana after they were turned. Turning them gave them a way never to be controlled by him. A slow, pained smile spread across my lips.

He saw Soren as someone who loved to be in control, Juno smiled and quickly removed the blindfold. Soren's response was cut off by another hard kiss, his lips parting under Juno's as he felt a surge of electricity through his body. He never thought he would be so turned on by someone else taking control but there was something about Juno's confidence and assertiveness that made him weak in the knees. Juno's hands roamed over Soren's body, exploring every inch of him as if he was trying to memorize the feeling. He traced his fingers along Soren's muscles, causing a shiver to run down his spine.

As she slept, I prepared for what came next. I knew what I had to do. I have used mind control before, usually for protection. It was never my favorite tool, but sometimes it was the only way to keep someone safe from truths they couldn’t bear. I hesitated at her bedside, then closed my eyes and focused, letting the energy flow through me. I whispered softly, letting the power settle over her mind like a blanket. “Forget the ghosts. Forget my red eyes. Forget what you saw and what you heard. Remember only the warmth and safety. Let go of the fear.”

Turning around, he saw a scientist holding an empty syringe. “Sedatives,” Dr. Conscire blurted. “It will attack your central nervous system and slow down the brain activity. Typically used to treat anxiety or panic attacks. That will relax your body.” When the doctor informed, the medicine injected seemed to have worked in a flash. He mildly rubbed his own neck, bit his lips, and not even a minute after, he got all perplexed and could not comprehend the situation. He did not weaken—but it felt like he was about to faint. He knew for sure that it was because of the medicine that he quickly lost the will to fight and speak. Then, two scientists supported his hands so he could get off the platf

“This way won’t hurt him. This way stops his family from beating him. This way makes him the person he should have been.” “You don’t know that! Sam, if you got that from the Nazis, they tortured people! For that! People died!” “That’s true. On both counts. But they also succeeded. This drug protocol, this technique—it works.” “To do what!?” “To change him. It makes him susceptible to suggestion, receptive to it. It allows edits to his thoughts and ideas.” “It’s mind control!?”

Enjoy reading. My story is one that many people will find hard to believe. I'm living it and I find it hard to believe. You see I was that guy. You know the one, the ninety-pound weakling too smart for his own good, too dumb to excel. Well, that is until the day I WOKE. Let me back up a bit. My name is Greg Masters and I can control people's minds. I know, sounds like bad science fiction or some kind of erotic story fantasy doesn't it? But it's not. See, until that fateful day I was your typical nobody.

He could feel his bones breaking, cracking loudly and his beast growl gradually turning to a Human groan. He looked around, everyone was stiff. No one was moving. Were they dead? Simon? Adira? Luke? Abigail? He tried to call but it seemed as though they weren't present. Maybe their bodies were, but their minds were lost completely, and calling them would be futile. "Why have you done to them?", He asked her while he groaned. He was bleeding around his leg and his back, and the pain was excruciating.. "It's called mind control. This..!", She said as she showed off the medallion around her neck, "This gives me all the power I ever needed, and right now I will eliminate a powerful white wolf.!"

"We use a combination of hypnosis and drugs to immunize ourselves from vampire influence, likewise we can undo the damage done on the mind of a vampire's thrall. That's what we call a mind-controlled victim." "Ok, that's just about all the questions I have. What can I say, it hasn't been fun." Mike said with a sigh, as the shackles slid off his rubbery wrists and ankles. Before anyone could react, he grabbed his collar and pulled it up and over his head, which stretched and contorted to let it slide off. Just as their guns were raised to fire, Mike was already charging past them, throwing the full-grown men aside like mannequins.