My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone Manhwa Novels & Stories

Not out of fear of others—but fear of myself. The golden hue in my eyes came and went, flaring every time my emotions surged. The black veins dulled, then returned. My body no longer felt entirely my own. Sometimes I’d hear whispers while awake—words that weren’t mine, thoughts that slid into place like seeds in fertile ground. Sylra tried to help, but I could see the exhaustion in her face. Every spell she cast, every purification ritual, failed to sever the connection. “It’s not possession,” she said one night, pacing the room. “It’s something deeper. The void’s signature has fused with your essence. It’s rewriting what you are.”

Everywhere. I was on the floor when I opened my eyes. I blinked and looked at... Myself. "I just need that lovely bracelet of yours, Elle." My face said to me. No. It was Anna in my body. Did I look like that? Her fingers grabbed my arm greedily and my blue diamond bracelet was removed from my wrist and put onto Anna's. "Go home, you thief. He is mine." She sneered in my face. I really did look like a bitch when I was angry. "I just need to cut her claim from the king so he won't know she's in the human realm, and then we will send her back." I heard Shea say. More pain laced my skin, and my skull exploded like a bomb. I was going to die. My wrist burned with acid.

Ransom sent me a wave of encouragement through the mental network. With a roll of her eyes that I felt more than saw, Kiema's eyes slowly filtered back to normal. "Everything okay, guys?" she looked at us. Not one trace of fear or even hesitation marred her expression. "We don't have a lot of time, honey. Some older-than-time lady is hijacking your body. I think she's the one who wants to burn down the world. She needs us to bring you fully into your power." I looked at Ransom. Looked back at Kiema. "I don't know that we can do that. I can't touch you without you being here. I don't care what permission you give me. I need you conscious and constantly consenting. If this other - thing - take

He was a king, and I wasn't about to undermine his authority in front of anyone. It didn't sit well with me that the poor woman whose body had been hijacked was going to wake in disoriented and confused with bruises around her neck and no memory of how they got there. "You have no right to touch me. Your debt is not settled." The disdain in his voice made me flinch but Akuji smiled in amusement.

"Body possession." The demon stared directly at him, a smirk stretching across his face. Vargas. Did that mean Adrian was dead? Rhychard had no clue how body possession worked. He really needed Tryna to strengthen his education. He felt a tightening of his chest. If Adrian was now Vargas, where was Renny?

Kiarr smooths a hand on my forehead and for the briefest moment, the pain ebbs in that one spot. "Touch me," I managed to croak out. "I am touching you, weirdo," Gwen snaps. "Now get off your butt and stop your lunatic friend." "Ben...Kiarr...Zombie." Ben won't know what I'm talking about, but Kiarr should. I hope. I can't say anymore because it feels like all my bones are breaking. I scream and scream until my voice is raw. Then coolness seeps into my body. Kiarr has possessed me like he did when we defeated the zombie. But it's not enough.

Everyone slams their mouths shut at my words, their thoughts weighing out the likelihood that I could be right. “Is that even possible?” Kenji asks after a few tense moments of silence passes in the room. “Is it possible for three separate beings to inhabit one body and be able to just take control at will?” Apprehension tenses up his body beneath me, his arm tightening even more around my body. “I have never heard of something like that happening outside of a Demon possession.” Levi says, his lips pursing as he searches his memory for any instance that could relate.

he muttered, pinning my arms. I squirmed, kicking, fighting. Every inch of my body screamed to get out of his grip. Nothing worked. “Damn,” the first one said, eyeing me. “She’s too damn pretty to waste.” The other one chuckled. “Might as well enjoy ourselves a little before—” My whole body stiffened. “No—no, please,” I whispered, panic choking me. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I thought I was escaping something bad—but this? This was worse.

"Then why is your pulse racing? Why are your nipples hard against your shirt? Why can I smell how wet you are right now?" I gasped, scandalized yet turned on beyond belief. "You're disgusting." "Maybe," he agreed, pulling back to look me in the eye. "But I'm also right. Your body knows who it belongs to, even if you're too stubborn to admit it." Part of me knew I was playing with fire. Dante wasn't just any man – he was the heir to a mafia empire, the leader of a motorcycle club, and apparently, intensely possessive of things he considered his.

The body she had never found was now, in reality, burned to ashes. “You shouldn’t have taken my daughter’s life.” “I had no choice. She slandered me viciously and tried to hurt my fiancée—sorry, now my wife,” Kingston added, making his final statement precise and clear. This provoked the savage side of Venessa, causing her knuckles to turn white as she clenched her fists around the iron bar. It became painfully clear just how much Venessa possessed the supernatural abilities August had described. The area around the pillar seemed to undergo a form of oxidation as the woman screamed in rage. The specially crafted prison bars instantly crumbled, her hands gripping the roughly torn-out bars.