The Possessed By Dostoevsky Novels & Stories

"Don't shoot." The room fell silent. His men stared. "...Boss?" Lorenzo opened his eyes again. This time, there was something dangerous in them. Not anger. Not mercy. Something neither he nor his men could name. "Bring him to me." Every man in the room understood the order. Kai Bennett was no longer just a witness. He had become someone the Devil wanted alive. And in Lorenzo De Luca's world... Being wanted by the Devil was often more terrifying than being marked for death.

Eros marched to the window and gazed outside A thick forest was all he met since the mansion got builded next to a forest. From there,he could also hear the sounds of numerous gun shots. Eros fixed his gaze firmly out the window. His eyes dilated a bit as his gaze fell on a necklace dangling on the floor "Fûck..."he drawled while running down the stairs..his fingers pulled the triggers mercilessly as he came across two men again They all groaned painfully to the floor as Eros rushed outta the back door headed for the forest

"And if you ,ever dare to let the thought of another man to even invade into your dreams who's not me then I'll be your worst nightmare, Heaven, " Inessa peered into his eyes, clueless because she didn't know why he was saying all those things to her but the deadly amount of possession she had seen in his eyes for her had terrified her till her core. Her eyes continued to gaze at him, wordlessly. She, for a brief moment forgot about each and everything that was happening to her and was going to happen because at that moment, under his possesive gaze, Inessa just stared at that destruction which her fate had brought to her for saving her from the outside world.

Dane said. “What do you mean?” Guston stopped and looked at him. “I was once possessed and the wraith, or what they call a legion’s order is to assassinate her.” He pointed at me. “I don’t know what I was doing. I hurt my mate and almost killed a friend. I woke up without recollection of what I’ve done, except the last thing before I blacked out.” “That’s scary,” Cop said. “How do we know if one of our friends is possessed?”

"Clarify. What do you tell me about Miyal?" The soldier shook, his frame quivering as if the dark force that had taken over the Citadel still lingered within him. "He's. changed. It's not magic, Lord Ignatius. It's Vosvak's influence. They say. they say Miyal was possessed by the very essence of Vosvak, that the darkness didn't destroy him it warped him, twisted him into something else." Krishna's face went pale, her breathing in shallow gasps. "Possessed?

She knew it was against his will and he knew it was dangerous, so why did he in the end? Since a month ago, she had seen her unconscious cousin like this. Just like this. He had signs of life -- breathing and a pulse -- but was left in a vegetative state: closed eyes, paralyzed limbs, and same old lying position. He had been like this since the conjurer summoned the demon since it took over André’s body. Demon possessions are supposed to be destructive and wild in nature, but this one was a rare sight. It was as if it was just waiting for a prime opportunity for something to happen.

I choked out. "A friend who looks at you like you hung the stars, who act very close to you" he snarled, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh under my jaw. "Let me be perfectly clear. No one touches you. No one even looks at you for too long. You are mine, Tristan. You have always been mine. You are a Sokolov possession, and I don't share my property." I flinched as if he’d struck me. Possession. The word echoed in the hollow space where my self-respect used to be. He wasn't just claiming my body; he was claiming my entire existence.

Something unholy. And she is far gone. Whatever she was before has been hollowed out—scooped clean and replaced by something else entirely. Her head lolls back against his chest, her eyes rolled upward, exposing only the whites. Her mouth hangs open, lips parted, trembling with every deep, punishing stroke he drives into her. She shivers, her entire body caught in that strange, possessed state—as if her soul has left the room and something else, something stranger, has taken residence. He doesn’t slow down.

She could have made the dungeon warm if she still possessed her powers. “I promise everyone that I will try my best to get you out of this hell. Please don't give up and believe me.” She said and wanted to leave, but one of them stopped her. “I noticed something strange about Beta Decimus,” “I noticed it too,” another said. “I think he is possessed,” another said, and the first two nodded in agreement. Carissa knew what was going on immediately. The spirit world had possessed him.

“Power. Fear. That’s what keeps men like Nikolai from cutting your throat.” Her tears burned, but she held them back. “I didn’t ask for this!” “No,” Dante growled. “But you were born into it the second your father signed your life away.” His gaze locked onto her, merciless. “And now you belong to me.” Her heart jolted. “You keep saying that. But what happens when you’re done? When you tire of your possession? Do I end up like them?” She gestured to the memory of bodies lying cold in the street.