Scooby Doo Hypnosis Novels & Stories

He wanted to make sure whether or not it was being worn by a person, but the only thing he saw was the hook of the hanger that was on the clothes rack. Once again, he lowered the flashlight, and this was when he thought it best to run away. Below the polo shirt he saw that there was a long black skirt… But there were no feet! To be continued… ++++++++++++ This haunting seems to get more and more intense as we go along, dear reader. Make sure to come back to The Supernatural Spa to find out what happens next. So until next time, this is your Storyteller, The Diwata saying... Goodnight and fare thee well...

Emma was curled up on the living room couch in a loose white tank top and tiny pink cotton shorts that barely covered the curve of her ass, scrolling through her phone while a rom-com played softly in the background. Ryan lounged in the armchair across from her, pretending to play on his own phone. In reality, he had spent the last three weeks perfecting **“HypnoControl”** — a secret app he’d coded in his computer science classes. It used subliminal audio triggers, visual pulsing patterns, and deep-embedded suggestions that could be delivered through any screen or speaker. Once installed and activated, it could rewrite obedience, arousal, and memory in the target’s mind with terrifying preci

"Sharon, wait here for me. I'll be back shortly." She nodded. He and Dr. Dole left. Once they were gone, Dr. Celio spoke gently, trying to reassure her. "Don't be worried. Dr. Dole may be young, but he's one of the top experts in hypnosis. There's nothing to fear." Sharon nodded, about to reply, when a sudden wave of nausea hit her. Her face paled, and she gagged. Dr. Celio quickly supported her. "Sharon, are you alright?"

he chided me, trying to keep it at a whisper level. "Don't worry, she won't search my name," I responded, trying to calm him down. "You don't know my mom. She's probably doing it already," he said, frustrated. "No, she won't. I put hypnosis over my doctor's identity. She'll remember me, but she won't have any desire to find me," I explained to him, and he sighed. "You can do that?" he asked, very surprised. "I can do a lot of things Sunshine"

“G-Guardian Coridon…” Zeke’s face turned ghastly pale with fear, and his knees buckled, sending him to topple to the ground instantly. Guardian Coridon spat out large mouthfuls of blood, and his gaze was filled with shock. “How… How could you…” His Sound Hypnosis Technique had failed him? Yet, he watched Kayson under the effect of Sound Hypnosis with his eyes earlier! Kayson did not explain further, but he found Guardian Coridon’s technique very interesting. Guardian Coridon utilized his voice to hypnotize a person into a deep sleep.

circe asked "yes, i can smell it now," stephan answered in a drowsy voice "very good, stephan do not let go of the smell, focus on it. that is how you can see her face," circe encouraged a hypnotic stephan suddenly stephan jerked on the couch "her face, i can not make it out! it is fading!" he screamed out, his voice filled with panic. as i watched on, i realized how almost childlike stephan had sounded

Me: "But you're also limited in your thinking." He suddenly burst out laughing, which I found irritating. Him: "Right, so you'll doubt everything, you'll be unsatisfied you know." After hitting the record button, I opened the book to find him watching my every move intently. Hypnotist: "She's been in contact with aliens, and hypnosis is for that." Me: "It would be endless." Me: "Suspicious of what?" Me: "Why?"

So no Scooby-Doo mysteries were solved here. "You're right." Drunko leaned into my space, specifically in the "your too close zone" as he chugged some drink that smelled like pure gasoline. He belched, obnoxiously loud and right in my face. The nerve of some people's children… "Hey, dude." Do not scissor-kick this dingus in the face, self, don't do it! "You mind easing back some? Trying to strip here." My complaint fell on dumb drunk deaf ears: "Hey you, elf chick, do some magic or something! Do a spell!"

After remembering for the eighth time that I am the real heiress to the wealthy Fletcher family, my brothers are about to hypnotize me again for the ninth time. My three older brothers, Dustin, Dominic, and Derek Fletcher, make me draw lots to decide the role that I'm going to have to assume after I'm hypnotized. The three lots are labeled "fake heiress", "the maid's daughter", and "the impoverished student the family is sponsoring". "Draw one." I don't move a muscle. Dustin's face turns grim first. "If you still want to continue living in the Fletcher household, Autumn, then stop trying to steal Daphne's identity away from her!" Dominic frowns and says impatiently, "Can't you be more

Edward said. “There is no such thing as talking skeletons,” I repeated. Edward had me continue repeating the mantra while he turned on a metronome. The slow ticking of the metronome lulled me into a somewhat dazed state. Next, he described images to me; peaceful scenery, like the ocean at sunset, or a field of flowers, to help me relax. I started to breathe deeply and felt my heart rate slow down, and soon I was completely susceptible to Edward’s hypnosis…