Possessed Stan Marsh Novels & Stories

Mario replied with so much audacity. We watched the man give Mario an uncanny smile. I knew that Mario knew something. My suspicions had fully been confirmed. "Whatever that happens next, it's on you" the man angrily threatened before walking away and into a parked car. "Pause that!"I commanded in a haste before the car could gear to life. I wanted to get the plate number of the car. "He must know who the ghost is"Marco lowly said. Marco--he was always quiet. He was the youngest amongst us. Sometimes I wondered what always goes on in his little mind but he was extremely loyal.

It felt like he had been expecting to see me… he gripped my hand firmly, almost as if he had no intention of letting go. “Oh, sorry, I was just a bit stunned to meet you, Ms. Alina. I’m Lance Villion,” he said, possibly noticing the way I looked at his hand, which still hadn’t let go of mine. He smiled, but something about that smile felt off…a quiet unease crept inside of me. I simply nodded, keeping my reaction to myself.

They bolted the door b ehind them. The one in front smirked. “Nikolai Volkov,” he said, voice like broken glass. “Today’s your last day on earth.” I froze. It was him. The tattooed bastard from the bathroom. Marcelo! He grinned when he saw me. “Told you I’d cut those eyes out.”

He nodded in response and bowed his head, “ I'll be taking my leave now. I hope that you can cool off in the process, just relax let the rest of the wolfsbane leave your body, don't try anything crazy, I've got rid of every other escape route out of here.” I knew it was pointless to argue and I could still feel the weakness from the wolfsbane being injected into my body and so rather than argue with him, I sat on the bed, drew my knees up to my chest and watched as he took his leave. This was the story of my life always. I had to be someone's puppet.

"Be good. You have to hold on. Do not give up. Once I find my body, I will never let you suffer like this again." Adrian did not know how many times he had made these promises. Even though he knew she could not hear him, he kept saying them anyway, because they were also what kept him from becoming a real ghost. Suddenly, Adrian’s attention was drawn to a figure passing through the hospital corridor. His pupils shook, and he hurriedly flew after that person. "Oliver. Oliver. Can you hear me? Take me to my body. Hurry up." Adrian was crazed with joy when he saw his assistant. But the man named Oliver only shivered slightly, as if he had felt a sudden chill, then indifferently walked straight

“Do you feel that?” Mara’s expression hardened. “Yes.” The water darkened. Not naturally. Shadow spread beneath the surface, moving fast, too fast. Ash stepped forward behind them. “That’s not wildlife.” The marsh erupted. Black shapes burst from the water, forming twisted humanoid figures, the same corruption from Blackthorn, but thinner, faster. “They followed you,” Mara realized. Isabella’s stomach dropped. “No… they tracked the connection.” The creatures lunged. Ash drew his blade instantly.

Vivian breathed, pointing a trembling finger at his chest. "A curse," Stan said grimly. "In our final battle, the enemy wove a dark, corrupted magic into my bloodstream. It kept me alive when I should have died, but it demands a price. It sleeps most of the time... but when my anger rises, when I fight..." He looked down at his large, calloused hands, flexing them slowly. "It awakens. It tries to take control. It wants to turn me into a weapon that destroys everything around me." The room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence.

"The threat is inside. At the party." We ran back. Burst through the front door. The scene inside had changed. People were screaming. Running. Furniture was overturned. Glass shattered across the floor. In the center of the chaos stood Marcus Webb. Quiet Marcus who sat in the back of English class and never talked to anyone. Except now his eyes glowed red. His skin had taken on a grayish tint. His mouth stretched too wide. Inhuman. "Possession." Dora breathed the word. "Demon." Marcus turned toward us. Smiled with too many teeth. "Guardians. How delightful. I was hoping you would come."

She pressed against the wet brick of the alley, ice water trickling down her collar. She tapped the cheap Bluetooth earpiece. "Marvin. Talk to me. Don't die on me now." The breathing on the other end sounded like a broken bellows. "I can't do this, Rossi. My palms are soaking the sofa. Stan’s just sitting there... he’s got a taser. It looks big enough to fry me."

Winter P.O.V: Since rejoining the pack a couple of days ago, I feel an overwhelming sense of relief; I was at a loss previously. True to his word, Castro had the warriors round up the dead rogues, stack them in a pile. I transformed into Marceline and, together, we set them ablaze, watching them turn to ashes. It's impossible for me to say I don't feel sorry for Cairo, knowing there's a broken man inside. Cairo's breakdown led to him succumbing to madness, ultimately causing his own descent into insanity.