Spooky Island Possession Novels & Stories

"But if you truly have nothing to hide—if you are really the man you claim to be—then take me right here. I want you to do it in front of Carter. I’ll send for him right now, and your father will have him here instantly. I want to see your face while you possess me in front of him." The demon within felt a wave of contempt mixed with malevolent opportunity. The woman's audacity amused him as much as it infuriated him. "Why do you bother with something so absurd?" Dorian stood up, his height dominating the room. "I will not have an employee watch me possess my fiancée with lust. But if it’s sex you want, Sigfri... then let’s do it. I have no reason to hold back for your whims."

"Or maybe you just don't want to admit that your little witch friend is a murderer." "Enough," Vergil cut in, his voice cutting through our argument like a blade. He stood between us, his arms crossed over his chest. "It wasn't Lucinda." I scoffed. "And how can you be so sure? Are you protecting her too?" "I protect no one," Vergil snapped, glaring at me. "Lucinda is a spoiled brat, but her magic is mostly healing or white magic. The purple smoke Eric described is probably dark magic. It belongs to the dark covens of the Eastern Wastes, witches who sell their souls to demons for a fraction of their power. Lucinda wouldn't touch that magic; she considers it beneath her."

“Let's go to the hospital, why don't you tell me earlier, I called you many times but the network was busy. Why would you call someone else when I am here. I bet you have food poisoning.” Brandon didn't look back at Georgia, letting Olivia's arm goes, he grabbed her wrist and started walking.

His head is already disorganized and his entire body Is collapsing slowly "Melanie !!!!!!!!!!!!"he screamed breaking down real bad Amongst the cries from the crowd that gathered. Her hoodie cap nicely wore and with a satisfed and evil grin. Fiona chuckled softly

he said, changing the god’s expression. “What’s with you? You just don’t look only different. But the way you also talk. It’s far from before. Is it an effect of staying in the mortal realm for so long?” “What you said is possible. But I don’t know what you are talking about. Nothing’s changed in me.” “So, what causes the possession to happen?” the god asked, reminding him of the main reason he was there. “Prepare yourself. It may surprise you. Everyone is wrong, thinking it was just a minor problem. Demons did the possessions.”

"He arrives at night, hungry and searching for a prey, for a soul that'd complete his night." "Who?" Isabella whispered back. She could hear the wind howling in the distance, and could feel the gentle night air that caressed her face. If she correctly read the weather, it promised to rain later that night. She shook like a leaf flying in a storm. "Do as I say and you will be safe, Isabella." The spook had left his voice and was now replaced with fatigue. "Don't worry, you'll be fine. Don't pay any heed to whatever you hear."

The kiss was long and full of feelings. Leo found it was different to all their previous kisses. It felt more earnest somehow. Things were different for them now. The truth had been revealed. His boyfriend wasn’t human, he was like the Grim Reaper and he was finally seeing his true form. They parted for breath and Leo gave his boyfriend a long look. There were a lot of things to think about now. “You can’t appear here as a human for now,” he announced. “My best friend understandably thinks you’re a stalker. He will call campus security if he sees you around there. If he sees you outside campus, he will probably call the police.”

I turned back slowly. "What?" "He found his mate. At the party on Saturday. I don't know who it is but I know it happened. I could see it in his eyes. The way he was acting." My heart was pounding. "Why are you telling me this?" "Because whoever it is, they're going to consume him. Mate bonds do that. They make you obsessed. Possessive. And if you're in his way when that happens, he'll crush you without a second thought."

That the whispers aren’t waiting in the corners of my mind. But I can't shake off the feeling that something more serious is wrong and being calm and quiet is like giving it time to fester. I remember some of the horror movies I watched over the years and I think about the thing that entered me. That's how possessions happen, isn't it? “I think I’m possessed.” I say out loud, not wanting to keep the thought in my head alone. His hand stills in my hair. “Liv…” “I’m serious.” I shift slightly to look at him. “When that shadow entered me, something changed. Isla’s gone and I can’t feel her anymore. There’s just… cold and nothing else. Aside the voices.”