Possessed Sans Novels & Stories

In all the seconds she'd stared, he hadn't blinked once. 'But he's not possessed anymore.' Jess frowned, remembering Malus's words. 'Could he also be a psychopath?' She almost laughed out loud at her ridiculous worries. He was probably getting used to being himself again. These things might take time. Who knew? Jess didn't claim to be an expert in demonic possession, having only dealt with one.

I didn’t want to increase her fear. `It’s Killian. He has been possessed by a demon lord, Hellstring!` `What?!` A demon lord?! How? That wasn’t good. We had planned for different scenarios, but not that one. How did Killian make himself possessed by a demon lord? Didn’t he know he was as good as dead if he did? He would lose control of his body and would sooner or later. His grand plan to take over the world would end in shambles because he would lose control of himself. Didn’t he know that?

"I'm sure we will get answers from the woman." I only nodded. "Is he alright?" We both turned to the sound of Pete's worried voice. "Yes, did you get anything on the woman before she was sent to the cell?" His eyes shifted to pops who kept staring at him. "It's okay," I said. "He already knows about your identity and it's fine." Pete nodded. "First, I was right. That woman is possessed." That did nothing to calm my already racing heart. A pack member is possessed just after days of my taking the oath. This can't be happening. "Secondly, it's dark energy. Darker than I imagined and stronger too.”

I picked up my ear piece and started listening to music. It really helped me a lot as i got distracted and I love singing . I was listening to fearless by lost sky. Over the edge, feel like I'm Floating through the air The pain i felt is paid for, all is Said and done ... I am restricted, fixed upon the web I need to kick the habit that my mind is breathing in Break out, I've got to see Spending my life holding all of it closely I played it innocent, a feel discontent I'm finally facing it all, fearless!

"I, Hadassah, will resurrect my true body and power by in return of your flesh. And it will be tomorrow." "No, no, please don't do this to me!" Celandine begged the voice, crying hard. The mysterious voice, Hadassah's soul laughed cruelly and started her possession spell. Two scary hands like roots came out from the mist and grabbed the little girl's head and continued to chant, "Cestuj mou duši do nitra této hlavy, zmocni se jí, zmocni se jí." Celandine squeezed her eyes tightly.

We both smiled when I said that to him. The smile on his face is very obvious and he hugged me tightly. "I don't want anyone to talk to you that close. I'm so jealous." He said while the smile was not removed from his lips. Well, compared before, his smile reached his ears. I rolled my eyes at him. "Yes, you're possessive, Mr. Gomez." His mood changed when I suddenly called him the wrong way. "I'm just fencing off what I own." He answered me. "Yes, Sir Henry." I laughed at his frown because he really didn’t want me to call him sir.

"You are my possesion. Whatever I want I get" His voice boomed with power and authority. I was confused. I had no qualities. I was not an American top model, I had no status or cliche I would even compare my self with with a distinct fashion designer because she wears designer clothes but he choosed to own me. Someone with baggages a person who has burdens, someone who had nothing concrete to give a man like him even though a man like him had everthing and yet he choose me.

Dorian commanded from his chair, his voice dripping with an arrogance that not even the fires of Hell could extinguish. Carter stepped forward. His hands, once accustomed to cradling the light, closed around Dorian’s shoulders. As he lifted him to transfer him to the silk sofa, the physical contact ignited a rush of tactile memories that hit him like a tidal wave of fire. He froze, holding Dorian’s weight, as his mind betrayed him, dragging him back to this very office. He remembered the heat of Dorian’s skin before the possession—skin that burned beneath his fingertips, skin that trembled with every caress. The sofa wasn't just furniture; it was the altar where they had once surrendered to

“You don’t get to leave, Aira. You belong to me.” The possessiveness in his tone sent a chill racing down my spine. I stumbled back, shaking my head. “I’m not yours, Alexander! You can’t treat me like I’m some object you own!” I turned on my heel, my heart pounding with a frantic rhythm. I didn’t know where I was going—I just needed to run, to escape the suffocating walls of his control. But Alexander was faster. Before I could take another step, he moved with terrifying precision, blocking my path like an unyielding force of nature. His eyes burned with an intensity that made me shudder.

And her family… But her greediness had cost her, the spirit was a soul that was on the edge of dissipating, and seeing her it had seen her as a good meal, It gave her a false agreement and her young foolish self almost signed it but after sinking in half of her spiritual energy to sign the contract, she felt that something wasn't quite right, Checking the contents of the agreement she found out that, it was a POSSESSION AGREEMENT! THE SPIRIT WAS PLANNING TO POSSESS HER!!