What Your Pillow Sees When You Get Possessed Novels & Stories

“Then tell me what it is you are trying to figure out and I will help you with it and based on the fact that you are my mate, I would always take you seriously.” “Okay.” I said as I tried to sit up and he allowed me. “I have been feeling a presence in me, like an additional voice has been throwing suggestions at me, I feel the presence sometimes and it keeps giving me creeps. I have even started to think that I might be possessed?”

Niall looked at us as he cleared his throat and looked worried for something. "As you asked, we checked the cameras and found that the pillow was lifted and smothered him like someone was in the room but could not be seen. Someone invisible perhaps." He looked annoyed. Every right to be, this was his brother's death he was speaking of. "Yes, some vampires have powers to do that," Fang said as he seemed to be recalling from his trail of memories. "We better tighten security."

It feels like some twisted joke that forgot its ending, and I’m stuck in the middle of it, waiting for something that isn’t coming. “I’ve been told you might have been possessed,” she says. “Possessed?” I repeat. The word feels strange in my mouth. I frown, trying to follow her. Trying to understand what I missed. “A spirit has been in contact with you, correct?” “I guess,” I say slowly. The answer comes out unsure. Then it clicks. She means Cassandra. “And you’ve been blacking out when you shift forms?” “Yeah,” I say. My voice is steadier now. “I black out every time I shift.”

It was only when her eyes started darkening that I began paying more attention, watching as her pupils dilated until all the white had vanished from her eyes. "Oh, shit! I think she's been possessed; We need an exorcist!" Maxwell yelled, gasping his words out through his shock, rushing to take his phone out but before he could, Halcyon was quick to sling an arm over his shoulder, shaking his head at him to assure him that everything that was happening was going according to plan. But I couldn't blame Maxwell for his panic, Vivian looked like something straight out of a horror movie, not that I would ever tell her that. And Alaric clearly agreed as he subconsciously gripped tighter onto my ha

Afflicted should be the word, but he should recover fast. “Hi, Chris.” The boy did not respond to my greeting. Instead, his eyes rolled over the room like he was looking for something. It settled on me momentarily, and I noticed the heavy eyebags and the dilated pupils. These are symptoms of an afflicted soul with mild possession. Without wasting time, I dug into my sling bag and pulled out my Zhong Kui Paintbrush and proceeded to scribble protective charms on four corners of the bed to bring up a protective perimeter.

Quietly, Chad pushed open the door, only to find Marilyn playing in the courtyard like a child. "Chad, you cook so deliciously," Marilyn said, mimicking the motion of holding a bowl with both hands, though her eyes were vacant, her smile unsettling. Suddenly, Marilyn looked at Chad. "Chad, I want to go to Karen's house for dinner. Can you accompany me?" Chad, noticing Marilyn's eerie demeanor, realized that she had fallen victim to a curse. The curse, known as the most common form of possession, often manifests in the relatives of the deceased. Once afflicted, their voices mimic those of the deceased perfectly. Foreign medicine terms this as a type of mental illness.

Some were even holding hands like they were on a date. Entering the energy around them became even more prominent as the Power of Faith flowed within the walls. “Here we will go here.” Bob led them into one of the rooms, and when they entered, they were met with many cross-legged looking at a screen of mist. The images were shown in a first-person perspective, and a woman was before the possessed. The sound around the room came from the woman before the possessed conversation at the time. “I’m very concerned over your behavior lately, Polina.” A woman with graying hair was speaking to the individual.

She looked peaceful, but the second Elder Freya stepped closer, something bizarre happened. Rissa's body lay straight like a puppet pulled by invisible strings, her eyes still closed, her face tilted towards the ceiling. My heart almost leapt out of my chest. "Did you do that, Elder?" Elder Freya shook her head. "No." Great. Just great. My mate was possessed, and I didn't know what happened to her. My chest clenched painfully as I moved closer to the bed. "Please, Elder. Take a look at her condition."

“Bold. Stupid. I like it.” Soraya sighed. “We need a way in. One they won’t see coming.” I hesitated. Then— “There’s a passage. Underneath the Council chambers.” Maxwell frowned. “How do you know that?” I swallowed. “I saw it.” His expression darkened. “In your visions?” I nodded. Soraya studied me. “Is it real?” I clenched my jaw. “I think so.” Jameson scoffed. “Great. But we’re trusting the death goddess in your head now.”

“The usual possession that we know is someone entering another person’s body, leaving his or her own body.” “What do you mean?” My father asked. But what our healer said just confirmed what I already observed earlier. “Someone used magic to possess and control her,” I said as I looked at my unconscious best friend. “I see,” the healer said, “Young wolf has the sight.” What she said caught my attention making me look at her. “Sight?” I asked in confusion. Is she talking about the same power as Uncle Calvin? “Sight is different from vision my dear,” she explains.