Corrupted Catra Novels & Stories

she says, repeating the line over and over even as she turns away from me. What the fuck?! “Kai, something is up with Cat!” I call my brother over the mind link, and within five seconds, he’s downstairs, stomping towards his mate. He cups her face with his hands and looks into her eyes. “Come back to me, little wolf,” he says in a low voice while stroking her cheek with his thumb. Caterina’s muttering grows quieter, then stops as she closes her eyes. When she opens them again, her usual green is back, but she looks visibly confused.

I ask, not believing her words, but she nods wistfully. “Two wolf goddesses cannot live on the same plane, Caterina. You’re my vessel, filling up with my spirit as we speak.” She explains, then lets out a long, strained breath. “I am so tired of running; I can finally be at peace now.” She removes the hand on Xamnir’s forehead, and the god disintegrates into dust as she looks down. “I hope he will be at peace too.” The sadness emanating from her is almost overwhelming; to think that they loved one another, but her mate got corrupted by others and craved power. Their love was not enough to stop the prophecy, but things will be different this time around.

They helped Lucious carry Leonidas back to the pack house. The old witch was standing inside the room when we arrived and I rushed to her. “You have to help him. Anything you need. I’ll pay whatever cost but please, bring him back to life” “I can’t…” “What do you mean you can’t” I yelled at her, getting in her face. “You have to. He’s not waking up” “I..” “She has no powers anymore” Christopher interrupted and I turned to him. “What the fuck do you mean?” “Leonidas destroyed the sacred towers”

Cassius was an older wolf, quiet, and had served on the council for decades. Never spoke much in meetings, always voted with the majority, and was utterly unremarkable. Which, Korra now realized, was exactly the point. "Break it down," Vera ordered. The warriors didn't hesitate. Three kicks and the door splintered inward. The apartment was empty, but it stank of dark magic, that same oily, corrupted feeling Korra had sensed. Papers were scattered across a desk, and on the wall, a map of Moonhowl territory with red X marks over strategic locations.

The whiskey glass slipped from his hand, shattering on the plush carpet. The color drained from Rocco's face. "What… what are you talking about?" His voice began to tremble, all his earlier composure gone. "Caterina can't… She wouldn't…" "She would, and she has," Clara said, watching his pathetic display with a cold sense of satisfaction. "Rocco, the game is over. Caterina has given up on you completely." "Impossible." He lunged toward her, his Alpha presence crashing down like a physical weight. Papers scattered off his desk. "We're Mates! The Moon Goddess witnessed our bond! She can't—"

A whimper within me blocked all the noises of rationality that I have. I lowered my gaze to the floor. “ I just want to go home. Please. Let’s go home.” “ Look at me.” My head shook in denial. Looking at him will only make me tremble. They say his eyes are cursed and I know the reason why. It's tangled with something dark. A danger reflects in his orbs. Something, that even I, cannot handle. “ Santoro.” I denied his touch.

I don't know if what I said makes any sense. Someone who has been looked up against her will can never be comfortable. I didn't want to be harsh on her but she pushed me to the wall. "What you are doing to our mate us wrong!" Ander reprimands and I immediately shut him out. Catania's stealer pheromone has corrupted his mind. Catania is not our mate, Mia is!

In combination, Mother Cathrina hoped Corinne would become a female warrior who possessed great beauty and strength. In addition, Mother Cathrina warned her from giving her heart to someone else. She must know how to protect herself and avoid revealing her weakest core to anyone. From then onward, she was known as Corinne Carew. To her, Mother Cathrina was the only person who gave her warmth that she barely received in her childhood. The dream was like a maze. No matter how fast she ran or searched, she could not find the exit. Sometimes, she would see Mother Cathrina in the maze, and she would say to her with a sad face, "Corinne, you need to be careful when you're alone in New Capital City

No matter how angry I am with him now, I can never deny this attraction and desire I feel at just the very sight of him. How I wish he hadn't chosen this field, this deadly occupation. He is still a few steps away from me, yet I feel cornered. "I don't want this. You have no right to me!" His hands hold mine firmly over my head, soft lips grazing my cheek, making me breathless, and it leaves me bothered. He is dangerous. Corrupted. I don't feel safe around him, but I weirdly feel at home. Lord, what's wrong with me?

Good thing they were already mostly deteriorated, so the debris didn’t fall on us. “What was that!?” Tomila questioned as she looked around wide-eyed. But that wide-eyed look changed, glossing over. If I had to guess, she must hear calls for help in the Demonclaw pack link. “My pack… my people… what kind of… what weapon did you use?” “That’s not a weapon.” Katrina scoffed. “That’s my in-laws.” Tiberius grinned. “What? Who? The cries of my pack….” Tomila held her temples. She probably would have collapsed if Cillian wasn’t holding her up.