Corrupt Series Novels & Stories

Xavier asked. “We are running a recovery patch right now. It might take a few seconds or minutes, but I am not sure that the information you’re trying to uncover might still be here. Like I said, the files are corrupted, but it’s worth trying,” she replied in a bored tone. Seconds turned into minutes, and finally, hours, my legs bounced beneath the table, my nerves fraying. Events of these past few months playing through NY head like a broken tape – constant, unforgiving.

The incident with the necklace gnawed at her, especially the mysterious corruption of the CCTV footage. Rachel’s eyes narrowed slightly as she leaned forward. “But don’t you think it’s odd that the CCTV footage was corrupted?” Seraphina paused, considering the question before answering. “It’s strange, but technical issues happen. I don’t think it’s anything sinister.” Rachel’s frustration grew. “She’s being too naive about this,” she thought, her concern deepening as she watched Seraphina’s calm acceptance of what seemed to Rachel to be a clear indication of foul play.

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“Sometimes when we come into our magic, it’s a lot for our body to handle. It can come out in weird ways, mood swings, tantrums, fever. You’ve gone 18 years without releasing any kind of magic, and over a full week since being 18 without any kind of release. It can’t be healthy. You should go to the infirmary and get checked out.” “My lessons start tomorrow, I’d rather not be bed ridden my first week of class…plus I felt fine until yesterday, and now I have this weird mark on my neck.” Sebastian turned to stone, “Weird mark? Can I see it?” Before I could tell him it was none of his business he was pulling my hair to the side, his voice turned to ice. “Where did you get this?” “I don’t know,

That split second left me feeling as if I had been skinned, and I almost lost consciousness from the agony. It was worth rejoicing that the agony did not last that long, and I was soon calmed down by Dicken’s soft lips. They were no different from painkillers that swiftly relieved me from any suffering. Still, feeling as if my soul left my body, I buried my head over Dicken’s shoulder as I asked, “What was that, Dicken?” “Corrupted Yiki—in other words, a corrupted sapling. It had its eyes on you, Linda. The corrupted are always an extreme threat because they could show up at any time or space, and come in a million different forms after mutating.”

Adrian didn’t argue. Instead, he asked Helios a single question. ADRIAN: What is the primary corruption source? The system processed the request. A loading circle spun. Then a name appeared. Not a company. Not a government. A single organization. Daniel’s eyes widened instantly. “That’s impossible…” Ryan stepped closer. “What?” Daniel pointed at the screen. The name glowed in bold letters. ORION CONSORTIUM Emily frowned. “I’ve never heard of that.” Ryan’s face darkened.

"Then what do you suggest?" Before I could answer, Sarah's form flickered. Her eyes went solid white. When she spoke, it was in my mother's voice: "The corruption spreads three ways. Through dream. Through blood. Through promise. Cut one thread, and the web collapses. But beware, the chain-bearer comes, and he remembers nothing of love." Sarah collapsed. Volkov caught her with surprising gentleness. "Your mother's messages are getting more fragmented," she observed. "She's weakening." "Or something's interfering," James said, pulling out an ancient text. "Look at this. The Chronicle mentions 'moon corruption' as a theoretical plague. Not a disease but an idea that spreads through pack bonds.

“Entire sections are missing from the pathway alignment.” I looked back at Henry. “If this were ordinary corruption damage, his system should be stabilizing by now,” I said quietly. “But something is disrupting the recovery process.” A team member frowned. “Disrupting it, how?” I shook my head once. “I don’t know yet.” My eyes drifted back to Henry. “But I think part of his soul structure was altered before we entered his system.” Elder Anna finally looked away from the readings. Her voice was low. “Prepare another full examination.”

Cassian Reed - Journalist (DECEASED). "Cassian Reed," Kara whispered. "We... we killed him." She scrolled down. There were hundreds of names. "This isn't a game," she gasped. "Oh my god, it's a hit li—" Suddenly, her screen glitched. Red pixels ate the text. The names scrambled into garbage characters. ERROR: FILE CORRUPTED. SYSTEM: Anti-Cheat Protocol Detected. Unauthorized Data Deleted. "No!" Kara screamed, hitting her keyboard. "No, no, no! I had it! I saw it!"

Edward felt as if air had left his lungs. Stumbling backward, he roughly rubbed his hands over his eyes and then gazed again at the mattress. The stain was still there, dry and red, screaming her innocence which he snatched yesterday. His stomach began to churn into uncomfortable knots, hands beginning to sweat. "Fuck" He cursed in his think accent, brushing his hand through his messed hair. The severity of the sin he committed was beginning to sink in, making indefinite remorse to fill his veins.