Corrupt Books Novels & Stories

They began calling me the Steady Flame behind my back. Not because I burned bright but because I've been so calm lately. If only they knew. If only Morwen knew that every time she checked her scrying mirror and saw me reading quietly in the library, I was already three steps ahead. Already weakening a seal here. Already slipping a corrupted ink into the restoration grimoires there. Already ensuring that every fix they made would carry a flaw,a tiny fracture that would grow. Like rot in the wood. Like poison in wine. Like fire in dry grass.

I know where this talk is going. “Bullshit, Ivann,” I responded. I closed my eyes once more and started massaging my temples for a second before looking at him straight in the eye. “It’s funny thinking that it doesn’t only happen inside a book or a movie but also in real life,” I sarcastically said. “Someone who can actually hurt you and then make up an excuse using a disease just so they can be forgiven,” I added, acting like I was surprised.

With practiced efficiency, they formed a circle, channeling their fragments to create a dome of light that encircled the book,containing the darkness within. The book writhed, its corrupted fragment pulsating with rage. The whispers grew deafening, a symphony of despair trying to break through the barrier of light. But the guardians held firm, their resolve unwavering. Finally, with a collective surge of energy, they imbued the dome with a cleansing light. The library trembled, the symbols on the walls flickering with a dying glow. The whispers faded into an eerie silence, and the corrupted fragment within the book dimmed, its power neutralized.

“Laura… I… Can’t…Breathe.” “Crud, I’m SO sorry.” She finally released me but kept me in her arms just at arm’s length, looking me over. “I hate to say it Chicka, but you look good. Like, way good…” She trailed off while still inspecting me head to toe, I crossed my arms feeling a little unsure as to what was happening…almost forgetting the book I had in my hand, and for the first time since leaving the library I took the time to inspect what Mina had handed me. “Shifters” was the titled, I bit back a snort, real original title. The book was bound in old leather and the binding had seen better days, the pages stained in yellows and almost browns. Some of the pages seemed to be bent over with

Inside Baron Legro personal collection's I found a book called 'Hatred of The Dead' it's a necromicon, a tome of necromancer that teaches how to dwell in the art of necromancy. In Hatred of the Dead, the books teaches how to perform and make all sort of undead monsters, I planning to make and undead army for the assault and use that to weaken the Holy city, wont it be funny and utterly humiliating if undeads sprawled inside the holy land. I've decided to make the 'abomination' a level 5 Undeads that can infect and undead curse on anything that dead and resurrected them to be part of it's army, though abominations wasn't really a strong monster, but the curse it had was quite troublesome for

And he let them rewrite his soul to save his crown. The memory shard snaps. I’m back in the basement. The terminal screen is flashing red. My blood on the sensor has turned black, smoking as the machine purges the unauthorized data. "Error," the system whispers. "Critical corruption in Archive Sector Nine. Initiating Hard Format." The floor begins to vibrate. It isn’t a rumble; it’s a high-frequency buzz that makes the fillings in my teeth ache. Transparent holes open in the concrete, revealing the dark, humming abyss of the city’s root layer beneath.

I said wondering where this whole conversation was heading, "I want you to protect her," he said turning his phone screen to me, 'her'? my eyes slowly fell on the screen, a girl with her blonde hair packed in a ponytail sat with a pile of books by her side, she is obviously a nerd even her big round glasses say a lot, she looked fixated on whatever information she was getting from the book that even if an attack was to happen in the room right beside her she may not even know, but something about her made me feel there was more than what meets the eyes, "A girl really?" I asked in a bored tone,

~ VITTORIA ~ *Two days ago* One, ruining my pretty expensive Yara or Vos Nadia's shoes. Two, when a crook failed to keep a deal. These were the two things that always built up my irritation rapidly. It also didn't fail to make my mood go from zero to hundred in a split second. None between the two was a lesser irritation than the other so fortunately or unfortunately, the second was the problem at the moment. "Start the car right now and don't waste my fucking time, god dammit!" I hissed, doubling my steps as I left the casino.

"You can't replace it! No amount of money could replace that book!" Vespera angrily shook off Alaric's grip, marched to the curb, and hailed a taxi. As she sped off towards the publishing house, Alaric jumped in his car and followed at a distance. He watched her go inside, then emerge about fifteen minutes later looking dejected before catching another cab. Curious, Alaric went into the publishing house and stopped an employee. "What was that girl here for?" "Her book was damaged. She wanted to know if we could fix it, but it was torn to shreds. The binding was wrecked, pages missing—there's no way to repair something like that!"

Cross Corporation occupied the top 12 floors of a glass tower on Park Avenue that looked as if God had designed it to make people feel small. The lobby was all white marble and sharp angles, the kind of corporate architecture that whispered you are not important enough to be here at everyone who walked through the revolving doors. Seraphina walked through them at 3:07 p.m., seven minutes late, on purpose, wearing a black suit that cost more than most people’s cars and a pair of heels that clicked on the marble like a countdown.