Romans & histoires Mind Control Story

The man was aware that the other must have a hidden agenda or else, he would not be allowed to live until now. He was not sure about the blood witch's goal. But if one would be able to peer through his mind, they would have realized there were several thousands of scenarios and escape plans brewing inside it. He was actually acting. He also had an agenda of his own! It had to be mentioned that mind control was his first ability. Several weeks ago, he had confronted someone and managed to stall for time for his friend arrival by bluffing with the army surrounding the place. In actuality, he never relinquished his control over them.

“When Oakley and I returned to Halian, we met with Sylvia. We wanted to understand how Jack had controlled us—whether it would continue to affect us. She told us that all mind-control stems from obsession. Even the strongest wizards can’t control someone without exploiting their deepest, most suppressed desires.” Jack had said something similar in the garden at House Fox—that he hadn’t controlled them, only given them what they truly wanted. Aiden’s voice grew taut. “When Jack forced me to take the King from you, my mind wasn’t blank. It was filled with one thought: if I succeeded, if the King was gone... maybe you would be mine.” His breath hitched. “I imagined what it would be like to have

I try to blink away the excruciating pain and pause when I feel Victor’s sweaty hands touch each side of my head. He presses into my ears with his palms, staring into my eyes with his hypnotic gaze. Those lips of his move, and then I’m lost, seized by an invisible force. I can’t turn away now. The world is spinning, disappearing before my eyes. My knees weaken, and I wobble forward, suddenly no longer in control of my body. What the hell is his ability? Mindcontrol? God, he is just a more robust version of his father then.

"Be ready and don't be late." I laughed at his directness. He was a man who was difficult to say no to. "No," I said, my arms still folded firmly. One side of his lips curled into a half smile. He turned the full force of his green eyes to mine, clearly enjoying the exchange. "You know, I could compel you to go with me " "Compel me?" "Mind control," he said, his eyes never leaving mine. Then, I remembered. "Last night you compelled me not to scream, didn't you?"

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.

“Be ready … and don’t be late.” I laughed at his directness. He was a man who was difficult to say no to. “No,” I said, my arms still folded firmly. One side of his lips curled into a half smile. He turned the full force of his green eyes to mine, clearly enjoying the exchange. “You know, I could compel you to go with me …” “Compel me?” “Mind control,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine. Then, I remembered. “Last night you compelled me not to scream, didn’t you?”

The guard pointed the stun gun at me. Anger filled my veins. I felt the same type of energy I had felt when the people I loved held me down a few minutes before. I felt my mind overpowering theirs, like a computer hacking into another computer. “This is an underground bunker used to isolate and study hybrids,” the guard said in a blank trance. They released me. They seemed to be in a hypnotized state. I put two and two together and tested out this new “mind control” thing. “Now tell me where the hell I am,” I told the third guard.

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 tried not to panic but it grew harder when I could tell that this wasn't a hospital. "You're safe, you overdosed on pills." She sounded upset. It slowly came back to me, the truth of what I did, running away, taking the pills. "Oh god… oh god…" I panicked, the heart monitor sounding out louder as I tried to remove the tubes in my arm. "Stop moving. Stop!" She held my hands and stopped me from moving. My mind flashed to Mike holding me down, the same words leaving his mouth. "Get off me, get off me." I slapped her hands away, crying and weakly trying to get away. She looked confused but I didn't care, I didn't want to be touched.

"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.