The Possessed By Dostoevsky Novels & Stories

But even when normal mortals couldn’t see demons, they had been fighting them for ages with whatever little spiritual and mental strength they possessed, relying on their faith in the celestials. The demons that haunted Nikolai were among the strongest and most evil. If it had been a normal mortal, they would have succumbed to madness by now. The dark circles, the restlessness and jumpiness in his eyes, the stiffness in his shoulders, and the weary look on his face were all proof that my demons were influencing him deeply. From his thoughts to his emotions, he was being possessed. So how? He was clearly not spiritually awakened. So, there could be only two possibilities. Nikolai either had i

I try to walk past him but he catches me and turns his back to the sofa to sit with me on his knees. I could fight him off, but I don't. I grab his hands and I let him see into my mind again. I let him see what I find suspicious and I let him follow through my conspiracies. I let him feed because he has expended himself keeping up with me. I worry that he might turn on me though, as he had under possession before. Which gives me my last grand scheme. "Nox, can you be possessed by two people at once?" "No. No you cannot. One will take precedence over the other."

My eyes keep blinking, fighting against the haze, but it doesn’t work. God, I was overcome. No, not just overcome. Possessed. That’s what it felt like—like I was falling headfirst into an endless, bottomless pit where no light existed. Engulfed by a strange, suffocating darkness that stripped me of myself. I wasn’t in control of my body anymore; I had been pushed back, shoved into some corner of my own mind, forced to watch helplessly as something greater—something otherworldly and divine—took possession of me. My body wasn’t mine. My pleasure wasn’t mine.

“And I saw the possession. Not of you, but of us. Of our two souls finally recognizing each other. It was destiny. You felt it, too. Don't lie.” “I felt something,” I admit grudgingly, fighting the shiver his proximity causes. “But I felt a lot of things. Mostly confusion and a terrifying loss of control. It was intoxicating and awful. And that does not equate to packing a suitcase and moving to your fiefdom.” He leans in a little, voice low and teasing. “I love when you’re possessed by desire like that. Nothing turns me on faster.” I shove him square in the chest. “You’re an idiot.”

In the end, it was similar to possessing because the flesh was completely controlled by others. The Mystic Maiden said, "Heaven and earth have rules, the sacred has order. Possessing is a very low-end operation because it is simple and crude. There are great disadvantages too. The more godly the character, the less likely possession will happen. This is because god has an order, and possessing will incur backlash. The loss is not worth the gain. Even if one is successful, there is nothing to glorify. But, to plant a soul was to completely and utterly turn someone else into yourself. Taking someone's body and soul means taking away their destiny and Heavenly Path of God, which is equivalent t

THE SPIRIT WAS PLANNING TO POSSESS HER! She was no match for the spirit and could only flee in horror, signing in relief that she hadn't signed it, but she had underestimated the spirit. Due to the fact that she had signed half of it, half of the contract was fulfilled and half of her soul was possessed by half of the spirit. Now she had a DID personality that hunted her, whenever it possessed her, it'd cause chaos, cut her body, did different unspeakable things to her body even going as far as turning her into a slut that slept with different people, men, and women!

It’s what we’ve been doing for God knows how long and he's quitting it now? Bull shit. “This possession shit is denying you of fun.” I quip, bidding a waitress that just passed by. The whole waitresses and waiters in the room are stripped bare. Their bronzed skin is on full display while the strippers are in their skimpy skirts and bare-chested. Women and men can pick any one of their choices and fuck them right away. That’s one thing about our world. People act the way I deem fit. “You don’t get it. When you mistakenly find that person you’ve a visceral feeling for, you’ll want to own her. Possess her and keep her to yourself.” Stalin says as the waitress hands me another glass of whiskey.

Afraid of myself. "Don't search for me, don't ask anymore questions, because if you do i will know, and it would be the last time you get to see daylight". Just before the camera went off, i noticed my eyes....her eyes change color from the blue green ones they were to a deep shade of red. And then, just then i realized this whole thing was very real. It wasn't PTSD of any kind no, i was possessed. Possessed by a demon that feeds on female gentiles. Females that i clearly murdered with my own hands. Possessed by the mother of hell.

“Understanding.” As it stands, we are now aware that Killian is possessed by an ancient entity called “Malthus,” and although I have suspected before now that he was possessed by something, I never knew it would be this deep. It stated clearly in the journal that this entity would continue eating at its victim’s soul, leaving a trail of dominance while at it, until it completely takes over the person. The person would just be a hollow piece of body, and in it, Malthus would fill the space. If that isn’t scary, I have no idea what it is.

The body she had never found was now, in reality, burned to ashes. “You shouldn’t have taken my daughter’s life.” “I had no choice. She slandered me viciously and tried to hurt my fiancée—sorry, now my wife,” Kingston added, making his final statement precise and clear. This provoked the savage side of Venessa, causing her knuckles to turn white as she clenched her fists around the iron bar. It became painfully clear just how much Venessa possessed the supernatural abilities August had described. The area around the pillar seemed to undergo a form of oxidation as the woman screamed in rage. The specially crafted prison bars instantly crumbled, her hands gripping the roughly torn-out bars.