Corrosive Chapter 19 Novels & Stories

Corruption spread across the floor. Stone turned black wherever it touched. Plants withered instantly. The very air seemed to decay. Maeve's face turned pale. "Everyone stay back!" The elderly witch immediately recognized the danger. "Don't touch the corruption!" The warning came just in time. One warrior accidentally stepped into a black patch. He screamed. Dark veins instantly spread across his leg. The corruption was alive. Hungry. And spreading. --- The monster roared again. Its body doubled in size. Additional limbs erupted from its back.

Kriss replied, rolling his eyes, not denying he stole it. The brothers smirked and Zadicus said, “Tristan, tell him.” Zadicus said. At this point, it gained everyone’s attention because when Tristan shares words of wisdom, they hold immense power in them. “Here you go.” Tristan smirked, giving Kriss' book back, resting his hand on the back of his head, closing his eyes. Ready to flex his flairs. “Page 157, paragraph one, ‘Those who desired malevolence left my path for fathoming devastation for I, who guided you on righteous must halt before my wrath.’”

Martha, Lycidas, Mabel, and I stood close, each absorbed in our own thoughts. Alpha Fenrir raised his hands, and a faint, pulsating energy surrounded the glass case. As he concentrated, a soft glow emanated from the corrupted within. It seemed to be working. But then, a sudden surge of energy disrupted the calm, and the corrupted figure convulsed violently. The glass case vibrated, and the silver chains emitted a shrill sound.

Seventeenth minute. My nape catches fire. The suppressant patch is heating. Melting. A vile chemical burn, like a dozen lit cigarettes pressed into my flesh. I reach back to touch it. The moment my fingertip grazes the surface, the patch disintegrates. Fibers eaten clean through by acid. They crumble off the peeling layers of my skin. What Vivian left on my armrest was a corrosive agent strong enough to dissolve a military-grade patch on contact. The air stills. One breath. Two.

Channel it. A wave of crimson energy shot from the Gate, knocking everyone off balance. Soldiers slammed against walls, wolves tumbled to the ground, claws scraping uselessly. Sparks of lightning danced across the chamber like wildfire, arcing close enough to singe the stone. I landed hard on one knee, teeth gritting, but kept my focus. This was no longer just defense, it was survival. The Gate widened, twisting, expanding unnaturally. Red energy lashed outward like a whip, shredding stone, scorching the air. The corrupted creatures pressed forward, relentless, multiplying with every pulse of chaos.

"**INITIATING: RECOVERY OF BIOLOGICAL MATERIALS.**" "Leave him alone!" I roared, the violet seed in my hand glowing with a frantic, white-hot heat. "Take me! I'm the one who broke your bridge! I'm the one who defaulted!" --- ## Chapter 72: The Bankruptcy of the Soul The mechanical heart slowed its rhythm, a deep, resonant *thud* that shook the floor beneath my feet. A holographic screen manifested in front of me, displaying a complex, glowing equation that made my eyes bleed.

The smell of blood mixed with decay hit him like a wave, making him frown involuntarily. His face paled when he saw the dark red chunks of flesh mixed with bits of bones in the bag, hands trembling as he gripped the bag. "This…they're truly monsters!" Zack said, his tone filled with pity. After putting on gloves, he carefully took all the chunks of flesh and bits of bones out of the bag. "This is just too cruel!" Zack's eyes reddened, looking beyond enraged. Seeing him like this, I suddenly recalled how, three years ago, his eyes were just as red in anger—all because I was kneeling at the door, begging him not to kick me out.

"I am the first successful Phase 4 subject. And I am here to retrieve my original code." Marcus dragged Liora away forcefully, while in the distance, a massive explosion echoed from the direction of London Mavric had begun his assault. END OF CHAPTER 100..

TAKE ME, RUIN ME CHAPTER 19 CHAPTER 19: IN MY DOMAIN My hands begin to move as if they have a mind of their own. I can’t seem to stop them. I am kneeling on the soft cushions of the sofa, and I can feel Adrian’s presence like a wall of heat right behind me. My fingers grip the buttons of my work shirt—the crisp, professional fabric that usually makes me feel safe. One by one, I undo them. My heart is thumping against my ribs, a wild, trapped thing. I hold the corners of the collar and slowly slide the shirt down my arms, letting it fall away completely.

Through everything. End of Chapter 109