Spooky Island Possession Novels & Stories

How can there be a cliff here on an island? Breathless and trembling, I turn away from the abyss, the lingering echoes of the Sorceress's demise haunting the air. The paranormal energy that saturated the battleground now takes on a spectral quality, as if the very island itself mourns the passing of a malevolent force. My focus shifts to the Black Wolf. Something is wrong. I need to get back to her. I race through the forest, trying to call out to her through my mind but all I can feel is her pain.

I could still feel the static in the air, the ghost of something foul clinging to the space the ritual had occupied. “It’s not just Jaxson,” she whispered again, her voice hoarse. “It’s something worse.” I looked over her head to Lena, who had staggered to a tree and was leaning against it, barely upright. “What the hell was that?” She wiped blood from beneath her nose. “Possession. Or something damn close to it. Jaxson’s body isn’t his anymore, not fully. That thing, whatever it is, it’s rooted deep. It’s been feeding.”

he touches my forehead and shuts his eyes for a few seconds, he suddenly lets go of me "Just like I suspected, you're being haunted" "Haunted? how?" Tommy sighs at me, I need to hear the priest's opinion too "Ghosts can't possess you, but they can still haunt you, demons to be exact" Tommy gives me that I told you so look "But why would they do that?" "Uhmmm I think is the power you possess they're drawn to it" I remember Tommy mentioning something like that." it has happened to you before anyway, but I will try to help you the way I can"

Isabella’s Point of View She thrashes like a wild animal. Screaming. Kicking. Biting. But the magic net holds. Barely. Nathaniel grits his teeth, sweat dripping from his brow as he fights to keep the spell together. “She’s too strong… this shouldn’t be possible!” “She’s possessed,” Malcolm growls, his eyes glowing gold. “She’s not alone in that body.” Simone laughs. But it’s not her laugh. It’s a man’s. Cold. Cruel. Echoing.

“He showed me the footage. I watched it twice. It’s not pretty.” “Where’s that footage now?” I asked. “In a vault. Felix has it. Locked.” He said the names like they were talismans. Felix, Mac, names I trusted. I liked that Sean had a chain. It kept things real. Prevented chaos. I slammed my palm on the table. The cup hopped and rattled. “So he’s digging. He’s trying to collapse my world. He thinks if he scares enough people, they’ll walk.” Sean didn’t move. “They might. People sell out when they’re scared. Or when they think security comes from the other side.”

Quietly, Chad pushed open the door, only to find Marilyn playing in the courtyard like a child. "Chad, you cook so deliciously," Marilyn said, mimicking the motion of holding a bowl with both hands, though her eyes were vacant, her smile unsettling. Suddenly, Marilyn looked at Chad. "Chad, I want to go to Karen's house for dinner. Can you accompany me?" Chad, noticing Marilyn's eerie demeanor, realized that she had fallen victim to a curse. The curse, known as the most common form of possession, often manifests in the relatives of the deceased. Once afflicted, their voices mimic those of the deceased perfectly. Foreign medicine terms this as a type of mental illness.

The room was decorated ocean theme with lots of ships and boats, a muscular man who carries a bone hook and this big green goddess woman who apparently turns into an island after falling asleep. It took no effort and definitely not a huge amount of money to do this. Infact it was well balanced as I did my part and so did Gage, Nick and even Aaron. They all love the little angel and would do anything to see her smile and she is wearing a huge one after seeing that all this is for her. We would do anything to make her happy but coming from myself I would do everything to make her happy and that's a promise right there for both her and the love of my life.

“My sweet beloved has died, getting rid of the elders who dared to take her.” Then, his wolf let out a loud painful howl in the air, snout up. Alex followed his father’s lead, and soon, the whole pack was howling, as if they felt their former leader’s anguish. “Easy,” he shrugged. “I want you to surrender.” I scoffed, even as my eyes filled with tears, “You’re despicable!” I began to chant soon after, making sure to keep him in my line of vision. I was chanting a forbidden spell. A spell I had found in the grimoire left behind by Camelia.

“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.”

Addison’s head whips around the room trying to find her. “What’s happening?” “She’s gone.” Addison admits. “What do you mean she’s gone. We’re kinda in the middle of something here.” But even as I say it, I know it to be true. The room temperature is back to normal, my shiver quickly diminishes. “I don’t know, maybe she’s weak from the possession.” “Usually they get stronger with possession.” I snap back. “Oh shut up. I caught one word before she vanished. Vessel, which only makes this conversation even more disturbing.”