Flowey Possession Sans Novels & Stories

Third Person POV Adonis lay tied on the bed. His eyes weren't revealing any other thing other than want. Want for pleasure and torture. He has started craving for abuse and can't wait to have it hard and intense. His body was already sweaty and his lips were agape. He was still basking on his release whilst trying to calm down.

All of his body belongs to me! "You are mine, Kai. All mine! You should always remember that I own you, no one else, but me" I growl out the words, my heart swelling with possessiveness as I bring the rag lower and lower. He tenses and attempts to draw his legs together. My lips twitch; he can be so cute. Does he not realize his adorable dick is still exposed even though he drags his leg so close? He panics when I just continue to observe him silently.

She chuckled between a hiccup "Flawa I'm hic- Panalapeee" She Chuckled even more "Are you a wolf too?" She asked,her voice turning into a low whisper like she was sharing a secret "Are you??" "No, I'm a plant" "Oh," she squinted her eyes "Are there,two of you?" "No" "Then wa do I si two of youuu" She asked squinting her eyes even further "That's cause you're drunk" A loud gasp from Penelope who now looked as shocked as ever was followed after his reply

Suddenly, Aria looked up at the bas-reliefs. Some sources did mention that The Serpent's Succession ritual required a specific manifestation. Many thought soul transfer was easy, but that was not true. The human body had three internal flames; as long as these burned, spirits would find it nearly impossible to possess someone. Random possession wasn't possible unless there was a blood connection or, in Philip's rare case, an unusually receptive negative constitution suited for arcane practice. Based on the person's methods from the manifestation, they definitely found a compatible body and used The Serpent's Succession ritual to transfer themselves. This blood was the key.

"He is possessed and far too gone." "Do something then," said Naomi. "You're the one with the fucking powers here." "I'm freaking trying my best," I grunted out. "Use the possession spell on him," Flora whimpered. "At this junction, he'll kill you and the pups." "What spell?" I wondered. "You once learned it," said Flora. I could barely remember anything. My mind was blank, and it seemed as though there was a special force trying to block out whatever knowledge I had.

CHAPTER 36: POSSESSION IN THE DARK SELENE'S POV “Listen, Selene.” Lisa’s voice breaks through the haze, sharp and desperate inside my head. “Please, you have to fight this. This is not right. He is possessing you.” Her words are there—clear, insistent—but they register only as faint, muffled mumbles, like echoes slipping into a void. I know I can hear her, but my brain refuses to interpret. It’s as if the signal is blocked, distorted. I’m a puppet now, strings pulled tight by something far stronger than me, every thought twisted, every sense overwhelmed.

Floria continued her incantation. “DAMN YOU. I WON'T LET IT GO!!” WHOOSHH Santana threw his scythe at Flo, but unfortunately he missed even though it almost hit the magical girl's left cheek. "I, Floria Fresilca, release you..." Flo finished her chant with a closing incantation. “Nalastormu!!” WHOOSH WHOOSH Flo swung her hand towards Santana. The water bubbles magically spun around and then transformed into sharp needles and shot quickly towards the man.

That is unless there was a target to take it out on, but right now, a target was the one thing they didn't have, so anyone and everyone they came across would become a target. “Maybe a run is what you need. It's cold and windy. It might help. Your beast hasn't been let out in a long time,” Leornado, who had just come in, said. He flinched and took a cautious step back when he saw the king’s red eyes staring at him and the protruding fangs that seemed ready to pounce.

I tried so much not to move as I stayed under the water listening in to their conversation. “I didn’t. I am working” Enzo retorted, his voice monotonous like always. The voices coming from up the falls. “You realize she is your destiny, right?” The woman asked him as he scoffed.. “I make my destiny,” He dismissed, “You can make your destiny. Don’t try to run away from what is already yours.” The woman said as he chuckled softly. “I make my own rules. Your gods watched as they were taken from me. So don’t talk to me about destiny and fate,” he fumed as I took a step back, wanting to get out of the water...

A dancing smirk was on Feyre's lip as she raised a brow "You caused Hilda's death and now it is time to use you to my satisfaction " Amren kept struggling, trying to lose her grip on her neck as her eyes clouded in tears. "Your soul belongs to me and I want to possess this body of yours" Feyre grinned maniacally "Truly, you're a child given by the goddess, your skin is different from others, and your beautiful face...tsk tsk tsk how pitiful I'll be the owner of it now" Feyre grinned, her ugly face twitching "I can see you only know a few magic and spells, don't worry too much about it, when I possess your body, you'll be able to do more"