Scooby Doo Possession Novels & Stories

"You will die here. And your fucking wild rutt of a mate is dying right now in the depths of jungles of this city. I am not fucking stupid to leave a fucking mated wolf to track me down for killing his mate." He picked up an iron rod, at the of which was a heavy metal containing screws and iron plates attached, something like it was pulled out of a vehicle, a heavy truck, belonging in a garage. Some rust was covering it from the tip to the end. I had never seen it at our home, ever. He had brought it with himself. He had planned everything. Mason swung it left and right in the air in front of my eyes, making me aware that he wanted to see the fear of upcoming death in my eyes.

Due to the turbulent nature of the power that the possessed was now unleashing they could only watch helplessly as it assimilated its new power. Abe nodded in reply. He was no fool. He could sense that what was being born was more than he could handle. “What is that thing” Abe asked. Mane seemed aware of what was happening. Mane furrowed his brows as the fluctuations the possessed was releasing gradually calmed down. “A dark technique: Possession. It forces one’s soul to fight on even after death. The soul is destroyed when the technique is broken”

I shot in a saccarine tone of voice that was fooling no one, before Alex could even formulate a proper answer. That was when she sat at the chair on the other side of the desk. Before long, she began to explain what was happening in a jiffy, “Your patrollers mentioned that the rogues’ smell only hit them when they were close by. I believe that is because they used scent suppressants.” “That’s a possibility,” Alex conceded with a nod of his head as his arms tightened around me ever so slightly. “I then went through three witchcraft textbooks, and I think the rogues had been organized because of a potion they drank which rendered them like puppets – easy to manipulate.”

“Ghost! Ghost!” Donna Marta’s face darkened instantly as she stepped forward, already marching toward the door. Sophia quickly stood and followed her, and Calla trailed behind them, her pulse rising with every step. “Che cos’è tutto questo trambusto—” 'What's all the commotion for—' Donna Marta began, her voice sharp as she reached the front doors. But she stopped, the words died in her throat. Her expression shifted slowly, disbelief replacing anger, then something closer to shock. She looked like she had seen a ghost. “Non… può essere…” 'It... can't be...' she whispered.

“And if I get possessed, then make sure to get a good exorcist for me.” He smiled, “It won’t lead to that.” he placed me back on the floor and pressed a tight kiss on my forehead, “Give me five minutes.” Suddenly, he bit into his arm, drawing out some blood and applied the blood on my spine. He explained, “The ghosts possession point is the spine. My blood has holy water in it. It would keep them away for longer.”

I try to walk past him but he catches me and turns his back to the sofa to sit with me on his knees. I could fight him off, but I don't. I grab his hands and I let him see into my mind again. I let him see what I find suspicious and I let him follow through my conspiracies. I let him feed because he has expended himself keeping up with me. I worry that he might turn on me though, as he had under possession before. Which gives me my last grand scheme. "Nox, can you be possessed by two people at once?" "No. No you cannot. One will take precedence over the other."

Lou finished, but he failed to explain why he was here rather than out there searching for the demon that got away. “It wasn’t mutual. It was forced.” Reggie said from under her breath. Michael looked up smiling and took over the conversation. “The Witch is correct. By her obtaining a rare item, the other witch was able to make this headache happen. The item she was able to get is called Malum Possessio, to keep it simple, it was originally used for locking in curses set long ago by a secret coven. They were able to use the item and force demonic possession upon someone whom the Malum would curse. The curse would pull whatever evil being it could from hell and they would use whatever evil be

"Did you check out those macaroons I brought for you? They really were Eiffel tower shaped." Even if she was trying her best to distract me, I still can't get my mind over it. I pushed my mattress and took out the red file from beneath it. It was a mess with its papers everywhere. I picked them up and sat on my bed again. Stella looked surprised as she came in front of me eyeing the file. "What is this?" She asked. I shrugged and started rummaging through the papers. "Can you search the meaning of Nyctophobia?" I asked her. She looked at me funnily then started searching it on her phone.

My fingers reach out to touch his face, and just like last night, the moment my skin brushes his, I feel that spark again. The tingles are everywhere now. Not just my hand. Every part of me that’s touching him. I pull my hand back, confused. “It’s the mate bond,” he says quietly. My brows furrow. I shake my head. “You don’t know what that is?” he asks gently. I shake my head again. He explains. “A mate for wolves like us is like a soulmate. They complete you. No one else ever will. You only get one. Some never find theirs. Most discover them by eighteen. I was starting to think I never would… until I found you.”