Possessed Sans 소설 & 이야기

The pressure. This was primal. Basic. Just two people claiming each other. My hands fisted in the sheets. Adrian's teeth found my neck. Marking me. The possessiveness should have bothered me. Instead it made everything better. "Mine," he growled against my skin. "Yours," I agreed breathlessly. "Always yours." The mate bond sang between us. Agreement. Claim. Promise. I was close. Could feel the tension building. Adrian's hand wrapped around me, stroking in time with his thrusts.

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.

His Possession. THE END.

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.

Confusion and surprise clearly written on his face. "Possession? I thought she was a cursed." "She's not a cursed. It's possession and whatever demon it is, it's bonding fast with her soul." Marcellus stared at the woman on the floor, never in a million years could he believe she was possessed. Had that been the reason why she beared that scent? How on earth did an entity gain possession of her? "Is the demon gone yet? What kind of demon is it?" Lucille inquiried agitatedly.

Killian was beside me in an instant, but the creature wearing Tess’s face raised a hand—and a blast of dark magic sent him flying into a pillar with a sickening thud. “Killian!” I screamed. Aric and Cassian launched themselves at her, but she moved like smoke, twisting between them with supernatural speed. Her claws raked across Cassian’s chest, sending him sprawling. Aric managed to nick her shoulder, but it healed instantly. “She’s possessed,” I gasped. “A host.” “No,” Cassian groaned. “She’s tethered. The soul’s still hers. Just… buried.” That changed everything. I couldn’t kill her.

"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?