Stories Hypnosis Novels & Stories

In an instant, a murderous glint flickered in my eyes. Noticing the violence in my stare, Jared rubbed the back of his head and lifted both palms in surrender. "Look," he paused, letting out a sigh. "I can't do another session. Hypnosis isn't some fucking therapy session. We're even lucky it was sucessful. If I proceed with another session Her body won't withstand it. Another session could kill her." "What do you mean kill her?" I frowned. "She was resisting initially. Her brain could resist further, tampering and causing memories to return in violent, chaotic flashes, triggering seizures or even worse—psychosis." The old man informed me as I stepped forward furious.

"Miss Jackson, are you sure you want to undergo hypnosis? You should know that once it begins, it's irreversible. Your body will be controlled by an alternate personality, and you'll fall into a sleep from which you'll never wake up," the doctor asked gravely over the phone. "Yes, I'm sure," Nina replied calmly. Before the call ended, there was a sudden noise at the door—Lucas Spencer had returned. Nina hung up and silently walked to the living room.

James replied back, putting down the tea cup in its saucer. “How…?” Past life, reincarnation.. these stuffs seemed kind of superstition to Leevon. But for now, nothing mattered more than getting rid of all that. He wanted to start a smooth and healthy relationship with Calista and for that, he needed to know the truth about his nightmares and flashes. And moreover, why were they so prominent whenever hevwas with Calista …! “Hypnosis” … James replied, but added, “ I am not sure about that. I mean sometimes, the patient slips into it way too much that they ends up getting insane or loosing all of their memories.”

That wasn’t how it worked. Number 3’s situation was another good point to look at. When she resolved herself to never give up any information, Mane used Words of Power to get the words out of her mouth. How was that possible? After all, Words of Power could physically force her to open her mouth, but it couldn’t bring the words out of it. What Mane did was simple really. He used Words of Power to bring up mists and illusions that clouded Number 3’s judgement, and then he was able to successfully hypnotize her. He studied Hypnosis from his 3rd Master – the Spiritualist. And he was pretty good at it. It was just that Number 3’s mind was firm so Mane had to use mists and illusions to disorient

Cold sweat began to dot across Freedy's forehead. An unsettling feeling blossomed in his heart when he looked into Nathan's eyes. Hypnotists used their strong will power to put people to sleep. They often used an individual's eyes as a tool of communication to channel their power. However, they could fail if they met someone with a stubborn and strong resistance. In such cases, the hypnotism might even back fire. Freedy did not expect Nathan to have such immense will power. His determination and strength were like an unshakable mountain.

“What happened?” Blair explained to Kyle the recent events. “It’s no wonder you instructed people to prepare for a hypnosis seminar. So, Mable’s amnesia is the result of hypnosis. However, if Jeremiah was able to hypnotize you, it means his skills are quite extraordinary... “I heard that truly skilled hypnotists have unique techniques, and only they can lift the hypnosis of a person they hypnotize. If someone else tries to lift it, not only might it fail, but something unexpected might happen...”

“But your work—” “My work is dedicated to helping people who want to remember. Who are ready to face it and work through it,” she said. “Not forcing trauma to the forefront before they are ready.” She looked at me. “You endangered your life with this. You understand that. I’m not going to lecture you, but I’m going to tell you that hypnosis, especially self-hypnosis, is a mixed bag of tricks. Like dream analysis.” I drew back, a bit crestfallen. “Really?”

“Her mind is fragile, but there is curiosity in her eyes. She wants to know. That is the opening.” I nodded. I had waited too long to hesitate now. “Gwen… would you like to hear what really happened? The people who hurt you, the people who lied, and why your memories are not your own?” She hesitated, but the tremor in her hand slowly relaxed against mine. “Yes,” she whispered. Dr. Liang began explaining gently, weaving the story with precision, the hypnosis, the manipulation, the planted memories, and the careful orchestration by someone with a vendetta. I watched Gwen’s face as her disbelief mingled with dawning horror.

These memories only started piecing together bit by bit after I stopped taking psychiatric medication during my pregnancy. Because of the love and warmth Quinton gave me, I was unwilling to dig into the painful past. But now, I've become a complete joke. While Quinton was at work, I secretly went to consult a doctor, only to find out that my condition was more like the result of multiple deep hypnosis sessions. When I got home, Quinton was sitting on the couch with a dark expression, surrounded by cigarette ends.

“Impossible! Then what about when she slept with another man who had her husband's face? Isn't the wife being tricked with magic like hypnosis?” “What is hypnosis, Your Highness? That’s the first time I heard that word.” Elysian face look troubled. He became restless. “Ah! Are there no hypnosis in this world?” Fuschia drummed the table, “Hypnosis is a kind of magic to manipulate human brain. So the victim always obeys when they asked to do something. Like being controlled. Like being a puppet. That's why the wife feels that she slept with her husband even when she isn't.”