The Possessed By Dostoevsky Novels & Stories

Liam analyzed. “I find that a bit hard to believe. If Abel is still alive, why has he not rebelled? I mean why would someone let another person use his body?” I asked, still feeling Abel was still the enemy. “Okay, maybe that would be the case, or maybe not, but I think he's the one being possessed. A paragraph here, says the person could be unwilling to accept possession but once the person is weaker then they can be possessed. I remember Mum and Dad saying that Abel could not shift. I guess it's because it’s the pale man that is using his body that’s why.

“That's why I wanted you to come. I needed to see how he would react to his goal. With us, he showed remorse and was embarrassed, unable to explain except to reassure us that he did not know what had happened. I knew he was lying. However, I didn't know if he was aware that he was lying. Is he following orders or is he possessed? The answer to this question takes us in different directions." “If he is possessed, isn’t someone listening to us now through him?” "Please don't let it be demons. I didn't want to argue with them again."

The demon cackled and Adom felt the urge to maim go up a few notches. Suddenly a blood-curdling scream sounded out before it abruptly cut off giving way to uneasy silence. Adom felt his lips turn up in a grin as the demon shifted uneasily looking between the door leading to the room and to where Adom was tied to the chair, suddenly relaxing back looking fully at ease. “Usually everyone sees my possessive side but what they don’t see is that my lover has one to match mine and he is obviously not happy with whatever little message you left behind.” Adom said conversationally as the door started banging like someone was being hit against it repeatedly.

“They’ve been showing up in our pack for a few months now.” I blinked. “A beast what?” “A beast demon,” he repeated. “They’re creatures that destroy and kill but that’s not even the worst part. The worst part is that they can possess us. Once they do, they control everything. Our minds and bodies. We don’t know what we’re doing anymore. We just… kill.” I stared at him, stunned. “What are you saying right now?” I asked, trying to wrap my head around his words. “They possess people? Like… take over your body?”

I could not do anything but sit by her side, holding her hand and whispering anything and everything that could make her come awake, that could make her see that I was here for her. Everything had froze for me. I could have done everything, could have given everything up if I had known that things would come to this. The world of happiness that I had imagined for all of us was nowhere in sight. Instead I had gotten sucked inside a dark well of darkness where no light seemed to reach me. It was hell. The sudden sound at the door pulled me out of the stupor that I was in. Just as I turned around, I shot up from my seat, ready to attack as my wolf rushed to the surface in anger.

Summer POV "It is not a spell warlock, they were possessed. The only one capable of such hideous means is Lucifer. Therefore, he was here and he possessed the warriors to kill each other. Meaning, he possessed a few. For had he done so to all, they would not fight each other. This young man surely was not amongst the possessed. He must be one brave wolf."

Dante Fuck! The picture frame hanging on my office wall shattered under the force of my fist slamming into it. What was that? What was I thinking? I wasn’t a man that lacked discipline, my still throbbing dick would beg to differ but I know who I am. I’ve risen to the top of the Cosa Nostra and instilled the level of fear and respect I demand because I always had my head straight and never let things get in the way of the familia or business.

He promptly halted the car. "Please, don't take me back there. I don't want to return to that place," Samantha pleaded with desperation. "Maybe you're the girl they were searching for earlier, huh?" he questioned. Samantha nodded, and she could sense his anger intensifying. "Please, don't hand me over to them. They'll sell us... I don't want that kind of life." Tears welled up in her eyes. "Perhaps you have some debt with them. That’s why they took you?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a hint of accusation. Samantha immediately shook her head, allowing the tears to flow from her eyes, fearing that he might return her to that place.

Daniel I didn’t choose to stand up the second I woke from that dream of Christian’s enforcer fucking me raw. The thing inside made the movement. It fixed my hands around the bars and bent them outward with scarcely an effort. One of the priests heard the noisy groan of warping metal and came rushing to investigate. The thing puppeting me broke the father’s neck without a second thought, stealing the keys from his belt. Jessi already thought I was possessed, but this is far different from my previous enthrallment. I know for a fact that it’s not Christian’s spirit seizing control of every corner of my being. This thing is cold, repulsive, filthy--

When he started trailing open-mouthed kiss down my neck, I was a goner and I started mewling his name loudly. Then, he stopped abruptly and told me in a husky tone, “Let me just lock the door, love.” I nodded almost unconsciously. And within seconds, his eyes were focused on me again. The burning desire I saw in their depths would have no doubt startled me if I didn’t feel the exact same for him. Then, as I remembered how I acted like a possessive mate, I couldn’t help but get flustered. “I’m sorry I got carried away,” I told him sheepishly. “I was just…”