Possessed Sans Novels & Stories

She clutched her chest in pain and fought against the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Why is this happening to me? This stabbing sensation. Her wolf was in torture. She could hear it howling painfully within her, wishing to reach out and rip that woman from her mate. She barely understood to the purpose of this new found possessiveness. She did not love him did she? She barely knows him! So why does it hurt so much to see him in her embrace, eyes lost in the beauty of her flawless glow. And she shall be forced to watch this torture all the time henceforth. My spirit would be broken to a thousand pieces from it. Her own best friend in the embrace of her fated mate.

In a minute he can calm her down and the very next minute he can make her breathless "Good. And you are exactly doing that." He said and hung the call-up. She was baffled. She could not understand the reason for which he didn't permit her to go, unaware to her, it was because of his possessive nature toward her. He didn't want to share her with ANYONE! He wanted himself to be the center of her thoughts. He wanted every moment of her life to be filled with his memories. He was extremely possessive of her. He desired to imprint this in her mind that she is his and no one else. And this was his mission until there rukhsati to make her completely his.

he begged. "Is there a way to stop him from getting possessed?" Alpha Jones sounded like he was fed up of him. "We won't want a possessed guard roaming around the Manor" he waved at him

“We can't overpower him, and we can't just stand here while Orson searches for Leo.” “We have to make Killian reject him,” Nessa answered, her voice low but certain as she looked directly into my eyes. “Not you. Not me. Killian has to choose to push Orson out himself.” I stared at her in disbelief. “How are we supposed to make a possessed Alpha cooperate?” I demanded, throwing my hands up in frustration. “He's barely even in there anymore.” “He is,” Nessa insisted, stepping closer to me as she lowered her voice. “Orson has access to his memories, but memories aren't the same as emotions. He can see what Killian remembers, but he can't become the person those memories belong to.”

"i will like working with you guys since we are all brought up in the same conspiracy by the same person but first boy i will like to make everything clear with you. "for him not to know the possibility of our actions i need a new object of possession to posses so as to understand each other well, you see he can see what i can do by checking reading your fate so for us to do this i need an object of possession since my fate is not in any book of fate, something like a necklace will do as the object of possession," Thanatos said. "it is not like i want to trust you but i can't just let the thought of someone having been the cause of all this go free, son can you prepare a necklace? " Takamats

I tried to find my voice, unable to stand properly. "You will live in this pack as mine. You'll work for me, only me, that way you're close enough so I don't get weak, you'll be my possession."

The room fell into a heavy silence. “She made a pact long before she tricked you all—long before she tricked me,” the Priestess continued, her voice lowering. “A pact with something that sleeps beneath the Veil. Something we don’t even name in our texts.” “A god?” Ansel asked. “No,” she said, eyes dark with fear. “Something older than gods. Something that feeds on time, on spirit, on memory. It gave her the power to control her mind. To cast trances. To steal people’s wills.”

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.

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.”