The Mentalist Fanfic Novels & Stories

"Let me go. I want to be free from you. I want to leave without being near you. Can you separate me from you, Alpha Sortitus?" Clavem's cracked eyes slowly blinked as the wind became stronger and her hair became messed up. I saw a horrific expression on her face and hands, but there was a lot of blood. But I shook myself again and opened my eyes, just in case it was all a nightmare. There was no blood on her face or hands this time; only a dark show of emotion wrapped around her entire being. "What's going on?" one below asked. "They're talking in their minds, just like other fated mates do," stated another.

He quickly denied me, but I dug into his brain. I used my siren spell to captivate him, finding my way around his mind, only to be burned away quickly. I hissed as pain flamed in my mind, singed by his phoenix. His phoenix burned me mentally. I groaned in complaint, stomping my foot on the ground. "Did you just try to-" he didn't finish his sentence as he let his question trail off. He knew the answer, although he didn't like it. "So what if I did?"

"Elder Morrison, please check the area around the crystal sphere for any traces of dark magic." Morrison immediately began an incantation. A moment later, a strange black mist materialized around the sphere. "There is indeed dark magic interference!" Morrison gasped. "The result of the ritual is void!" The hall erupted. "He really did cheat!" "The Alliance Chairman used black magic!" "How despicable!" Lucius completely panicked. He pointed a trembling finger at me, screaming, "It was you! You plotted against me! You never wanted to help me!" "Plot against you?" My voice remained calm. "I just let you tell the truth in your own words."

I fought back fiercely, my mental defenses fortified by the unbreakable bond I shared with Cassian. /Crack!/ Their manipulative tendrils met my resistance, splintering against the might of my will. I seized their memories, reshaping their fears into ephemeral illusions. Their mental cries mixed with the thunderous roars of our psychic duel, creating a symphony of pain and determination. /Kaboom!/ I retaliated, my own assault unyielding. I disoriented them, casting a veil of confusion over their thoughts. My mind became a battleground, where the clash of powers reverberated like a cosmic struggle between light and darkness.

he’s understandably angry and confused. “That is correct” “B-But how is that possible” “It was Mali” “Mali? What did Mali do?” “She made contact with a Dark Witch and essentially took over your minds, she wished to be Empress and went seeking darkness and found it, she went as far as to create and false bond with me and her own mate so I would think he was my mate and he also thought I was his for all these years”

Keep me here while hiding behind my identity like a fucking coward? With a furrowed brow, which he also copied, I reached for his mind and searched around it. I have had enough, and I am ready to end it all. But something odd happened. I hooked my mind to another's. Only that it wasn't his. It was Killian's. I knew instantly the minute I felt connected to the mind that it was my mate's. I searched around, but there was no sign of Killian. Which only meant one thing: This man might just be an illusion, and I was still with Killian. Or perhaps this man and Killian are one?

I hadn't considered we could feel each other's orgasms with our minds connected, but the possibilities… I opened my mind to him, baring my soul before my mate. He growled his approval, and rewarded me with a long lick up my core. I arched and felt my mind naturally close itself up. "Hazel." He withdrew his mind from me, and I ached for him. "Give it back," I moaned mentally, opening back up. With my mind open to him, he opened his too before flicking at me with his tongue again. My legs wrapped around his head as I arched into him, trying to pull him closer while exercising our connection, trying to hold it open.

As if saying her brain seemed fermented. " Oh mind my manners. I totally forgot". " You sure did. Not done with shoot?". "Yeah, Almost just about wrapping up for the day. We can basically go for dinner if you've not eaten anything". " Nah!!! I'd like to accompany you sincerely but I'm way full of chasing a particular guy who seems hard to track". her eyes filled with sadness that only lasted for a while which was then masked with determination—The determination to find this man at all cost. " I can sense it. He is the man of my dreams". she muttered beneath her breath just enough for her to hear alone.

Her voice softened in mock concern. “But…” she began, and I froze. Watching her. Trying to figure out her angle. “I believe she’s had enough of that already,” she said, casting me a pitiful glance that held no sincerity. “So how about we give her something that’ll latch in her mind forever—something that’ll remind her of her place… just like her mental map,” Blaire added with a twisted smile. They smiled at each other. It was then I realized something had passed between them—maybe through a mind link. Something dark. Something vile.

She could only feel that his lips were slowly moving away from her ears, and then he pressed his forehead against hers. “Sir, can you do mind-reading?” Estelle suddenly asked. “Maybe. But I can only read your mind. I always know what you are thinking and what you want to say or do,” Mr. Mysterious briefly answered. “Then, if one day I leave you, will you be able to know where I have gone?” “Estelle,” Mr. Mysterious spoke in a husky whisper. “You promised me before that you would never leave me.” She licked her lips and nodded. “Yes, I did. But I’m afraid.”