Possessed Sans Novels & Stories

Nessa said raising an eyebrow in suspicion, “What for and what memory?” “That reason is my own. I will use a way for the memory to be chosen, it is a spell that I will use on you, and it will choose a memory that connects yourself and myself.” Al’ik said, continuing to smile. Nessa noticed that she was a little too happy at the price. “So you’re telling me that you will possess the memory that your spell chooses and I lose it?” Nessa asked. She had no idea what the use of possessing something as useless as someone else’s memory.

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face almost tenderly. “You should have left me,” he whispered. “Now you’ll suffer for it.” Then, he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. And for the first time, she saw what had taken hold of him. A shadow coiled deep within his irises, writhing and twisting like living darkness. It wasn’t just controlling him—it was him now. A realization slammed into her with the force of a tidal wave. He’s been claimed. A soul-bound possession. A magic so ancient and so dangerous that no one who had ever been fully consumed by it had returned.

He rolled his eyes. Not Damon, but his wolf, Zeus, would kill him if he so much as touched a strand of her hair. Zeus was obsessed, overly possessive of anything that solely belonged to him or his master, Damon. From the looks of things, he had marked this girl as his mate, and not even Damon could take her away from him. He could see through her; her innocence radiated. She was too pure, so pure that the lycans wouldn’t be able to help themselves from wanting to taint her when she finally stepped into higher society.

“You think this is about her? No. Something is latching onto her, something dark. And when you allowed your mate to enter the Light Wing, you unknowingly granted that dark force permission too.” A cold chill ran down my spine. Theo growled uneasily in the back of my mind, and I forced myself to stay calm. “Are you saying something is possessing her?” “Not exactly,” Lena replied, moving to her work table and picking up a small silver talisman. “It hasn’t taken over her, but it’s tethered to her—like a parasite, feeding off her essence. I don’t know what it wants, but whatever it is, it’s powerful enough to slip past my wards.”

"Who?" "Dylan and that bastard don't have a plan to sell it back again. When I talk to him, that bastard is so arrogant, and I badly want to beat him." I clenched my fist angrily. That bastard Dylan again. He always takes what was mine. First,t that bitch Winter, now my place. "Okay, just forget about it. Just look for a new place for me." I said between gritted teeth. I badly want that place, but Dylan owns it now. I don't want to take it back from him anymore.

This possessiveness came with the territory, and there was no way to be indifferent, lest one didn’t care for their mate – which was unlikely unless they rejected one another. “I think we are out of options, Xander,” she said after a moment. “All I could find was the potion I told you about before. After all, since it’s neither a spell nor a curse, even if we were to find the witch working behind the scenes, not even killing them would work.” “I see,” I told her gravely, my eyes narrowing into slits. “Then, I guess we troubled you for nothing.” “No, don’t worry,” she shook her head negatively at once. “It was an absolute pleasure to be around your pack.”

Turning me and holding me by a tree in a tight position that is too hard for me to move an inch. As much as I am trying to keep my body in check. My body is betraying me. My cock is already too painfully erect in my pants. Just from having her kiss me like that. The same is happening to this woman in front of me. She is tearing off her clothes as if she is possessed. Possessed… “Jesus!!” It is true. She is possessed. How did I forget all about the Agra in her body? I see all the signs. It is not her mind. It's Agra.

Giselle muttered as she cried in his arms. 'I am willing to be under your possession'

A runaway car came hurtling towards me. "It must be him..." My world blacked out before I could think anything more. The next time I opened my eyes, I found myself on the edge of an ice-made bridge. The ferocious water roared under the bridge, emitting a suffocating stench. "Hi", a hoarse woman’s voice comes from somewhere. I turned around back and forth, trying to find where it came from, but had no clue. "Drink this, my little girl, drink this and you will be relieved," the sound kept going. The chilling air from the water made me shiver uncontrollably. "Who are you? Where am I?" I shouted with all my strength, but I couldn’t even make a sound. "Drink it... Drink it..." The sound sounded c

Isabella’s Point of View She thrashes like a wild animal. Screaming. Kicking. Biting. But the magic net holds. Barely. Nathaniel grits his teeth, sweat dripping from his brow as he fights to keep the spell together. “She’s too strong… this shouldn’t be possible!” “She’s possessed,” Malcolm growls, his eyes glowing gold. “She’s not alone in that body.” Simone laughs. But it’s not her laugh. It’s a man’s. Cold. Cruel. Echoing.