Possessed Sans Novels & Stories

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.

He grabbed my chin in his palm harshly and muttered through clenched teeth, "She was a born hoe. I do not know why the moon goddess decided to mate me with a fucking dirty succubus, but I did not have any choice at that time. And then you were born the same fucking way! Just as ugly and as dirty." His face suddenly dropped in my neck to inhale deeply. I shuddered in fright and disgust. "This is a good thing that you are born with a part of me." he whispered while his lips trailed down to the nape of my neck,

I could still feel the static in the air, the ghost of something foul clinging to the space the ritual had occupied. “It’s not just Jaxson,” she whispered again, her voice hoarse. “It’s something worse.” I looked over her head to Lena, who had staggered to a tree and was leaning against it, barely upright. “What the hell was that?” She wiped blood from beneath her nose. “Possession. Or something damn close to it. Jaxson’s body isn’t his anymore, not fully. That thing, whatever it is, it’s rooted deep. It’s been feeding.”

'"I overheard you muttering something about possession. No way, that can't be that can it?" "Argh! Why am I unable to move?" Rage cursed loudly. He wasn't acting this time. Rage was horrified by the mention of "possession." He didn't dread pain or death, but he was already a summon; what if this skill was more powerful than the one his master had used to summon him? Soul magic—what absurd magic! Without even contacting your actual body, I can extract your spirit and punish you. You can also go insane if you are tortured for a long enough period. Furthermore, the more powerful you become, the more misery you will experience.

And yet, he gave himself to Hades tonight. The word Possessor was not a word to use lightly. It meant "I give you possession of all I am.” There was another word that was never used, a word that meant so much more than Possessor. Hades only knew about it from old magick texts he'd collected over time. But it was a word passed down through the no-furs, every one he'd encountered in his work knew it, even if they were reluctant to use it. Now he wondered if it was originally a Persian word as it sounded like they had very different views on how one was supposed to regard their no-fur.

The possessiveness that had been bubbling within him reached a boiling point, and he suddenly grabbed Luna's neck, pulling her into a fierce kiss. His hands held her body tightly against his, his lips claiming hers in a possessive manner. He needed to remind both her and himself that she was his, and that no one else had the right to lay a finger on her. as he broke the kiss, Luna stared at him with wide eyes, trying to catch her breath she spoke, "What happened baby?" Arthur's eyes were still darkened, the possessive fire within him not quite extinguished yet. He looked at her, his eyes roaming over her face and body, as if making sure she was still his.

"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?

“And I saw the possession. Not of you, but of us. Of our two souls finally recognizing each other. It was destiny. You felt it, too. Don't lie.” “I felt something,” I admit grudgingly, fighting the shiver his proximity causes. “But I felt a lot of things. Mostly confusion and a terrifying loss of control. It was intoxicating and awful. And that does not equate to packing a suitcase and moving to your fiefdom.” He leans in a little, voice low and teasing. “I love when you’re possessed by desire like that. Nothing turns me on faster.” I shove him square in the chest. “You’re an idiot.”

Compliancy runs in my veins and is etched in my muscles. "She's a goddess." Alessio moves closer. "She represents a lot of things along with empowerment." Steps carefree and voice dry, he stops when he's standing so close to me that I can feel the heat radiating off his body. "Ask me more about her, Nicole." It's a demand rather than a statement and so utterly powerful that I find my cries quieting down and a small noise escapes my throat urging him to continue. "She was violent and bloodthirsty, defeated many demons that others couldn't."

Giselle groan once she recovered herself she glared at the man who was on top of her. " What are you going to do right now? Devouring my body? Oh, Wait let me rephrase it. Are you going to rape me to get what you want?!" Giselle hissed. " No, I'm not a petty person. I have a good idea to make you agree to my proposal" The man said as he showed a sly grin to the woman. Giselle lost her color because of what the man said to him. The man led down to Giselle and whispered two names that made her weak and gave herself to the man in front of him.