Corrosive Chapter 19 Novels & Stories

"Just accept what's happening and it'll be over quicker." I could barely move anymore after that hit, my body going limp and my vision swimming in and out of focus. Everything looked blurry and distorted, like I was seeing the world through water or thick glass that kept shifting and changing. Cora walked up to me with the container of mixed liquid in her hand, and I could smell it now that she was closer. It smelled like death and decay, like something that had been rotting in the ground for years before being dug up and liquified.

I tried to pull away, but he held me firmly, forcing me to take every drop. “Swallow,” he ordered harshly. “Or this will get a whole lot worse for you.” Tears streamed down my face as I reluctantly squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed. The thick, salty cum slid down my throat in heavy gulps. I kept swallowing until he finally pulled out, leaving me gasping and coughing, strings of spit and cum connecting my swollen lips to his cock. Darius looked down at me with dark satisfaction, slowly stroking his still-hard cock. “Good girl,” he murmured. “You’re going to repay every dollar you cost me… one load at a time.”

"The corporate directory has a fail-safe. If the author file is corrupted by blood the machine will reset! It will erase the coast!" "Not if we anchor the exception to the press!" The user roared. His teeth were bared as a brilliant violet arc shot out from the copper coils. "The journal, Elara! The page with your blood on it! It's a thing with a strong story! Drop it into the feeder slot before the block hits!" He pointed to the center of the cast-iron console. A narrow slit sat between two rotating steel rollers, their teeth dripping with a black fluid. Elara looked down at the book in her hands. The third page was a mess, the paper shredded by her own thumb. The blood was turning black ag

“I am not dead. I am part of the core now. I am the core. And the core is eternal.” She turned to face me. And the core flared. I raised the dagger. “Then I will destroy you both.” --- END OF CHAPTER 38

The exposed muscle beneath writhed and pulsed. Jenna staggered forward. “David, do something!” He grabbed the back of her shirt, yanking her away. “No. Don’t touch him. Don’t go near that plant.” Marko fell to his knees, cradling his dissolving arm. “HELP ME!” he shrieked. “JENNA—DAVID—PLEASE—” His voice broke as the corrosive burn crawled upward, eating into his wrist, then forearm. The smell hit them. Burning meat. Rot. Poison.

And the dam is breaking. The Blood on the bulkhead surges. A pseudopod lashes out, splattering against the deck plating. Where it lands, the metal screams silently, bubbling, transforming into jagged, weeping obsidian. Closer. The resonance in my scars spikes. White-hot needles driving deep. A wave of dizziness hits me. The world tilts. The wrongness vibrates through the floor, up my legs, meeting the screaming agony in my arms. It’s too much. The corruption, the resonance, Eira’s fading strength, the Council’s cold demand… colliding inside my skull.

Their eyes glowed red, and green fluid dripped from their mouths, melting the concrete beneath them. [Warning! 'Corrosion Zombie' (Horde) detected!] [Corrosion Zombie Objective: Protect BRC. Highly aggressive toward intruders. Weakness: 'Sour-Spicy Indomie' effect (Bima's recipe)!] "That’s our enemy!" Bima said, gripping the Indomie Global Recipe Book. "That acid!" Lia shrieked, seeing her boots smoking slightly from a small splash. "We can't just walk through this puddle!"

For one perfect moment, everything stills – Alaric and I connected through our bond, Cassius caught between us, the extraction equipment still humming with corrupted energy. Then chaos erupts. Cassius slams his hand onto an emergency control, and corruption energy floods the chamber – not through the equipment now, but as raw power filling the air. "If I can't have those abilities," he snarls, "no one will." The corruption surge heads directly toward me, a wave of destructive force that would burn out any healing abilities it touches. But my powers have been studying this corruption, learning it, understanding its fundamental nature. Instead of backing away, I step toward it. Hands extended,

THE NEXT PART OF THIS BOOK IS GRAPHIC AND TRIGGERING. It includes: -r*pe -s*icidal thoughts -self h*rm -s*icide attempts -sexual ab*se Please don't read on if any of these bother you, it will get intense and upsetting. I'm warning you now so anyone who may be triggered by these themes doesn't walk into it without knowing beforehand. Marcus pov Friday 1st November 2019 *********************************

A snarl ripped from Kairos’s throat, and his hand shot out with another orb of pulsing magic. “DOWN!” I yelled, ducking just as it passed overhead. It exploded behind us with a thunderclap, sending two rebel soldiers flying backward into the wall. I couldn’t even tell if they survived. "You're going to regret this," Kairos hissed. His eyes glowed red now no longer silver. The corruption had spread past his soul. It was in his blood, in his mind, twisting his magic beyond control. “I already do,” I snarled, “every second I didn’t kill you sooner.”