Novel & Cerita The Possessed By Dostoevsky

Due to the turbulent nature of the power that the possessed was now unleashing they could only watch helplessly as it assimilated its new power. Abe nodded in reply. He was no fool. He could sense that what was being born was more than he could handle. “What is that thing” Abe asked. Mane seemed aware of what was happening. Mane furrowed his brows as the fluctuations the possessed was releasing gradually calmed down. “A dark technique: Possession. It forces one’s soul to fight on even after death. The soul is destroyed when the technique is broken”

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 would have never believed the words in this book, if he hadn’t seen some in the first place, gone through it. And that he knew was Ahriman’s first mistake. He made them believe, by haunting their dreams for years, and then stalking them alive. “Umm, about that… I have another theory… What if it wasn’t Théoden, anymore? What if some demon possessed him?” “Possession? It may be possible, but then, Lyka and Shalom would have known.” Art rubbed the book absent-mindedly. “What do you know about possession?” She sat up, looking alert. “It is really possible.”

"But for many, it is even a greater sin to knowingly live possessed by the devil." "Oh, please," Sheri snorted. "Possessed by the devil is nothing more than a semantic excuse for not having any self-control and giving in to baser instincts that harm yourself and/or others. Being weak is not being possessed by the devil, if there is even such an entity, it's just being weak and using the devil as the bogeyman to blame for that weakness."

I feel a freezing wind whip through our fur, as more thunder sounds the arrival of the storm we have been anticipating for days. I can hear snorts and grunts from the pair near me, but I can’t lose focus. These rogues are here to kill us, get us out of the way for whoever they want to put into place. We are rolling, snapping, and clawing. I have slashed at this wolf’s side several times, and she’s bleeding profusely, but doesn’t notice or feel it. I hesitate for a moment. They don’t know what they are doing! This possession is so strong , they have no self-preservation. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

Then he looked away. “I did throw your soul out into the wilderness. I gave up.” The wilderness in the underworld had been mentioned once by Celeste. She had said that souls that were consistently evil were displaced there so they would not reenter the reincarnation cycle. “Oh,” he said. “You treated me like an evil soul.” Even though he had never known what had happened to his soul after his death, he still felt hurt. Atlas took his hand suddenly and laced their fingers together. “It’s not like that,” Atlas informed him. “I wanted to see what Nocturne would do. Would he give up on you?”

Compliancy runs in my veins and is etched in my muscles. "She's a goddess." Alessio moves closer. "She represents a lot of things along with empowerment." Steps carefree and voice dry, he stops when he's standing so close to me that I can feel the heat radiating off his body. "Ask me more about her, Nicole." It's a demand rather than a statement and so utterly powerful that I find my cries quieting down and a small noise escapes my throat urging him to continue. "She was violent and bloodthirsty, defeated many demons that others couldn't."

That’s… terrifyingly hot. And the bath scene. GOD, the bath scene. Seeing him in the mirror? That moment of being seen in your most vulnerable state, not by a living man who might judge you, but by a spectral one who only hungers… I felt that in my bones. The power in that? To be desired by something that exists outside of time, outside of rules? It’s an ego trip of nuclear proportions. No wonder you slept naked after that. You were setting the table for a feast. Now, let’s talk about the possession. Because let’s call it what it is. Clara, honey, you didn’t just get haunted. You got devoured. And you loved every second of it.

Possessed man merely took five minutes to finish flesh and chew every bone of both bulky man, once done he turned his head up and red haired man and old man, he marched in their direction but before he could reach them he saw jaggery bar thrown in his track, one by one hungry ghost started gulping down those bar by reaching near old man, as he was about to finish second last bar, old man seized that opportunity and poured some liquid from copper jar on his face. ‘GRAHUHhhhhh………GRAHUHhhhhhhhhhh…………………………………………………….’Man possessed with hunger ghost started screaming in pain when red haired man immediately closed his face with black cloth, he was trying to control him but his strength felt very

“Well, I can’t say that I fault him.” She squinted difficult, at that point took a huge swallow of her drink. “I mean,” he proceeded on, neglectful to her inconvenience, “have you ever really seen any of those who are misplaced to the compulsion? It’s like they’re possessed.” “They are,” she said. “They’re had by the tall of what they’re doing. I envision it’s a thousand times more regrettable than any sedate the people enjoy in. And yes, I have seen them.”