Sonic Hypnotized Novels & Stories

A frequency that disrupted the supernatural wiring of our nervous system. I forced myself onto one knee. Then another. My vision danced with static and white sparks. I pushed through it, muscles ripping against the pressure. “Stay down,” one of the soldiers barked. “The director wants you alive.” Alive? Not going to happen. I roared, forcing my body to move. The floor cracked under my feet. I hurled myself toward the towering machine emitting the sonic waves and slammed my fist straight through its core. Electricity burst. Sparks flew. The sound died instantly.

he gasped, anxiety mixing with ecstasy, his balls tightening, guilt overlapping with his protective nature as a father. George grinned, thrusting deeper into her mouth, before emptying into her throat a second time. "She won't remember any of this. But if she's sinful again, say 'daddy's whore' and snap your fingers. She'll be hypnotized again. Give her pussy a quick fuck and she'll remember how much she hates your dick and stop lusting after it," George explained through groans of relief and gasps.

I cling tightly to him in a lustful manner as he presses me harder against my seat. He chuckles softly and shakes his head against my chest. "you now see that you have no power over me I am the one in control here and there is nothing you can do to escape me. All you just need to do is to come clean and tell me what I fucking need to hear." he says and I find myself frowning uncontrollably in my position with slight tears about to slip out of my eyes. I have been hypnotized in the most dangerous way ever. why can't I help this? why can't I fight it? why the hell is it just so freaking hard? good Lord, I cling tight to him and groan uncontrollably.

I tried to lighten her mood. "That's the first thing you think of?" She laughed slightly. "I don't know. I'm just guessing." I shrugged, "I'm just tired..very tired..." She slowly started to close her eyes. I saw her subconsciously placing her head closer to my heart area. Is she hearing my heartbeat?! She started to smile and her cheeks were a little pink. She had little beads of sweat running down her face. But her position started to slump down. "Santini? Santini? Carmen!!" I tried to gather her conscious.

He knew for sure there was some other kind of metal and sharp object embedded into the ground surrounding the small hole where his paw landed in. “Damn it, it hurts,” Kinsely’s wolf growled and whimpered again. The four scents were back together and Kinselt smelled them getting very close to him. "Well, well, well. It's not a deer, we trapped!" The tallest one said. Kinsley thought that if this boy was going to be the beta of Silver Pack, he’d be better off a run away. The pack had no future with this jerk around. "It's little miss deafie,” the second boy added.

Suddenly, the door swung open with a loud creak, prompting her to instinctively cover her ears in trepidation. Utkarsh, clad in a black shirt and jeans, entered the room bearing a birthday cake. With infectious enthusiasm, he approached Hiya ,singing, "Happy birthday to you... happy birthday to you... happy birthday, dear Hiya... many-many happy returns of the day!" As he drew closer, her breath seemed to synchronize with his steps. There was an almost ominous aura about him, and an inexplicable fear seized her. In response, she unconsciously started stepping backward, maintaining a cautious distance as he advanced. The closer he came, the further she retreated until her back met the unyield

When Madam Hardwell heard this, her gaze darkened instantly. After the doctor left, she turned to the housekeeper beside her. "Margaret, call Benjamin over now! He needs a second round of hypnosis." She couldn't let him remember anything! Margaret took a glance at the man lying on the bed, his unconscious face frowning from the headache. She couldn't help but say, "Madam Hardwell, even though this man wasn't raised by your side, he's still your son. Do you really have to hypnotize him into becoming like Mr. Timothy, who already…"

Scarlett questioned the hypnotist doctor about any additional side effects, her gaze shifting to where Anthony lay, his eyes closed as if in a deep sleep after being hypnotized by staring at a round, silver-like orb. The hypnotist had used a silver round orb that hung from a chain and spoke words that Anthony didn't want to hear as he moved the orb from left to right. Unconsciously, Anthony’s eyes followed the movement of the orb as he listened to the doctor's hypnotizing words until his eyes grew heavy and he fell into a deep slumber.

“Instead, they've given us a blueprint of their desperation. Let's go.” “But why are these Sentinels unconscious?” I asked, my confusion evident. “Oh, them.” Malcolm pointed to a metal bar hidden beneath a tangle of strange wires. “There's a sonic trigger here. It emits a high-frequency pulse designed to induce a shock to the nervous system. Look.” “Does it electrocute you?” I asked, peering closer. “It induces a hypnotic state,” Malcolm corrected, straightening up. He then looked at me, a glint in his eye. “So, do you want to walk, or shall I carry you?”

No elemental core could safely enter that atmosphere for long Fire would consume itself in rage, Earth would absorb the despair, Ice would shatter. "We need a cleaning crew that can isolate the vibration without absorbing it," I concluded. "We need the Sonic Academy." Mela and Rix, the students who had mastered the Code of Resonance, led the effort. They entered the chamber armed with their Sonic Transducers. They used their skill not to amplify, but to cancel. They generated a precise, inverse frequency the perfect sound of nothing to neutralize the lingering Shadow vibration. It was delicate, exhausting work, but their mastery of sound's geometry allowed them to safely purify the area atom