Psychological Mind Game Novels & Stories

"Motion sickness?" I ignored her. I gripped the dagger in my pocket, my eyes instantly turning more terrifying than the most vicious Rogue. Mindlink activated. I locked directly onto that higher-dimensional existence. "Get... down here!" The phantom outside the window froze. It clearly hadn't expected a "mortal" stripped of game qualifications to still use werewolf psychic power. [You... how is this possible...] I gave it no chance to react. I drew the dagger and slashed viciously at the void.

"Whatever you think you're doing, it's not going to work." Something flickered across his face. It was not surprise, but more like recalculation, like a man adjusting his approach mid-conversation. "You think this is a game." "I think you and your people are very good at psychological warfare," I said, keeping my voice low but completely steady, refusing to let it shake even though my heart had started doing exactly that. "You killed my sister. And now someone decided the next move was to make me doubt what I already know. Make me question the one thing I've been certain of for a year. It's clever, I'll give you that."

And the psychological trap was being laid with such precision that even a Ghost wouldn't see the tripwire until it was far too late. The game hadn't ended. It had just become a billion-dollar execution.

Rye grabbed Khali's hand, squeezed it a little bit, and got away. "Are you alright, man? You don't seem to be on your own?" Yachne asked Tristan Brent tapped his shoulder. "Huh?" Tristan's reaction "What are you thinking, mate? You've been like that since we left the resort," said Brent "I feel like I've done something I don't remember," said Tristan. Tristan caught his head. Khali looked at Tristan in secret, and she came into his mind. Mind manipulation, she can subject the target to any object she wishes. Tristan stood up and danced in the middle with the many people there.

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

she added. “So, you are trying to tell me that people will be playing mind games with me? And that I should be prepared?” I asked them. “Amazing, you don’t even seem fazed by any of that,” Charles said. “I am not, I think people who play games give me a fighting chance. In that pack we never got a fighting chance,” I said and then looked at the chess board that was on the table. “The good thing about mind games is that it’s not the strongest or the smartest that wins. It’s the one that understands the game and is patient,” I said and moved a piece.

Gabriel POV I blink. How on earth does she know that? And as if she can read my mind, she splashes some water on me. "It's easy to read you, Gabriel. Let's start the game." Last time I checked, I'm an excellent poker player. I rub my face to clean my head from 'inappropriate fantasy' like she said. "Okay. What do you want to play?" "The game is called past tense." "Past tense?" "Yes. We're going to talk about our past. So it's called past tense."

"You always anticipated I would try every possible way to beat you but then you would use all that against me so then why not for once use a side you are not familiar with-a side where I would not need my smarts, like oh. . .how about if I play a fake check mate at the very start of the game?" He had taken a more psychological approach than the normal and fast processing logical path that he knew his own mind was used to. And, just like he had expected, his opponent had fallen for it, having used check mate to win his games only this time, the game was twisted with Henry having uttered the two words, disorienting play and his opponent was unable to make his move. It was like a computer progr

“Okay, Folks, let’s play some nice games.” Shadow tapped her fingers on the glass table, smiling beautifully to her head butler. Conan nodded his head, cracking his fingers, and swallowed hard. Elijah, Amel, Hashim, Naomi, and Mina surrounded them after losing the game with Shadow. Shadow was a genius in anything related to strategy and she also had a buff called mind-reading. All and all, it was an unfair mind game in a fair game.

“I have entertainment but it requires more attention and intelligence than what you normally played.” It was a Sudoku game in the newspaper. All blanks were filled. Kelvin was filling the blank of this game just now. Chloe’s lips twitched. She almost forgot what happened in the room after being insulted by Kelvin. “It is still a puzzle game. Playing the Werewolves of Miller's Hollow would need the same intelligence as well.” It was just a game. Why the need to draw the line of which was the best and which was not? Kelvin disagreed, “No. For example, a 3-player poker game. Other than remembering the cards when shuffling, you already knew what card the other two players hold when you get your