Corrupt Novels & Stories

Lauren tried again. "That girl-" Osler said, chuckling. "What girl, doctor? What are you talking about?" Lauren asked. "The girl that the prince brought yesterday, who had the plague. She-this morning she woke up and showed no sign of ever catching it. I took some blood samples and when you came in I accidentally spilled some on the virus. Come look." Lauren furrowed as she walked to the microscope. She looked through it. "I don't get it. I only see blood.

She prints my receipt and puts it down before Gabe walks off with the tray, receipt, and all. When we sit down, I sip my juice as I pick up the receipt and nearly choke! Gabe taps my back, and Meme says, “what happened? You’re as white as a ghost”. “I have to go back to the register. Something is wrong. My account has over fifty dollars in it from someone named Spencer Hart, I dunno anyone by that name”, I told her as I stood up. Gabe grabs hold of my arm and forces me to sit back down. That’s when the connection sinks in and I glare at him, “Gabe isn’t your last name Hart”? He had a guilty look on his face. “What did you do G”?

Alicia burst into another round of tears and Immediately, Samson hugged her in a flash into his embrace because she was crying seriously this time. "Are you going to be ok?" She asked crying even more. Samson kissed on her hair and made her to look at him. 'I promise, I would be fine!" "Ok... but what is a corruption and what damage does it cause?" Alicia still wanted to know. "Ok... the substance in the syring was a [Pytelaphil] and the corruption is created by a wild beast. It's a fiend. Actually this creature is the corruption itself and they must have torn it's skin and taken the fluid to inje

one of the human IT specialists called out. I noticed Callum's hands clenching the back of my chair, his knuckles white. The last time I'd seen him this tense was during the full moon. "How much have we lost?" "Millions," I said grimly, pulling up the latest figures. "And that's just what we can track. The virus is corrupting our backup systems too." Wait. "Wait." My fingers stilled on the keyboard as something in the code caught my eye. "I've seen this before."

“When the corruption is disturbed, it usually thrashes.” Elena’s stomach tightened. “So…what does silence mean?” Roland’s gaze settled on her, heavy. “It means it’s thinking.” Damien stiffened. “You’re saying the corruption learns.” “I’m saying it listens,” Roland replied. “And last night, it heard you.” Elena's stomach felt like lead as his words settled over her. Gail leaned forward, folding her hands together. “Corruption isn't mindless magic. It’s adaptive and reacts to authority—especially authority it doesn’t recognize.”

I stay rooted in my spot as I see Randel slip the ring I was supposed to wear on Halley’s finger as she also slip the ring I was supposed to put on Randel’s finger on his ring finger. I see them in my peripheral vision, giving something to the pastor and then, I hear the pastor bless their marriage. I can’t believe even the people who claim to love God can be this disgusting. If there is one thing I have learnt today, it’s that people can never be trusted. Even the pastor is betraying the laws of God. Gosh this fucked up world is full of hypocrites or I don’t even need to sugar coat it, It is a world full of assholes.

“That will change.” “Perhaps.” The whisper interrupts again. “Deletion attempt begins.” Nova’s light pulses violently. Her breath catches. “I can feel it.” Kieran’s hand grips hers immediately. “Hold on.” She lets out a shaky breath. “It feels like something is pulling me apart.” The system speaks again. “Emotional corruption removal in progress.” My thoughts sharpen instantly. Corruption. That word again. “You misunderstand something,” I say quietly. The whisper answers. “Clarify.” Nova’s light flickers harder now.

Then came a warrior on the side who demanded. “If the logs are overwritten, how are both logs still active?” No one replied. Elder Corvin, still restrained near the entrance, then he let out a soft laugh. Not a loud one, just soft with a touch of wickedness. Kieran twisted his head a little. Elder Corvin stared back into his eyes. And said: “That’s not corruption.” “That's a replacement.” Kieran’s face instantly grew serious. “ By who and how is this that to our very own eyes, such mischief could occur.?”

She bypassed one screen, then another, then a third, but each time she got close, more red warnings burst across the display. Fragments of video glitched into blackness. Documents opened in broken symbols. Entire folders screamed access denied before crashing. For a while, neither of us spoke. Then Inara leaned back slowly and laughed. It was low, cold and absolutely not amused. “These sons of bitches,” she muttered. My stomach sank. “Bad?” “Bad?” She glanced at me with a dark grin that held no humor. “Babe, this isn’t just corrupted. This is a professional burial. Someone didn’t damage these files by accident. They carved them up, salted the grave and then bu

Rowan asked, his chest heaving. "The 'Violet Ink' is Corruption," Elara said, turning to him. Her eyes were glowing with a blue light. "It’s the 'Glitch.' If you can inject your ink into the Tower’s central nervous system, you can 'Corrupt' the deletion. You can make the Shredder stop because it doesn't recognize the data anymore." Rowan looked at his hand. The violet blood was still wet. "It will kill me, won't it?" he asked. "If I merge with the system, there’s no 'Rowan' left. I just become a 'Error Message' in the code."