Corrupted Mind Novels & Stories

The problem with almost saying I love you was that afterward, everything became terrifyingly real. Sienna spent the next forty-eight hours pretending she was handling this normally. She was not handling this normally. “You’ve reorganized the same memory card case three times,” Theo observed from across the Noir photography office. “I’m working.” “You alphabetized batteries.” “That’s called professionalism.” “That’s called emotional collapse.” Sienna threw a lens cloth at his head. Theo caught it effortlessly while looking deeply pleased with

"I need you to stay calm. Do not panic." "You are scaring me." "I feel something. A faint trace of dimensional corruption is clinging to you. Similar to what affected Phoenix years ago." My blood ran cold. "What? How is that possible?" "I do not know. But someone or something is targeting you. Trying to corrupt you from the inside." "Can you remove it? Like you removed it from Phoenix?" "I do not know. This feels different. More insidious. It has woven itself into your thoughts instead of attacking your powers."

Words fired out at machine-gun speed. "Why is the human looking at me? Does she like me? Does she hate me? Does she like or hate me? Why is she still circling me? "Will she nuzzle me? Can I nuzzle her? Does she like me? Does she hate me? What—" Her thoughts were annoyingly loud and chaotic. I pretended to circle her a few more times, but mentally, I was drowning in her psychic high-speed rambling. Rather than overthinking, I decided to go on the offensive and deploy some cunning tricks.

He tells me, and I look back at her confused. She smirks, and looks back at Jordan, and when I look, he’s gone. “You’re transferring. How? you had on gold.” I ask her and she shakes her head. “The guard used fake gold once I brought back his memories. Most of the people here are brainwashed.” She tells me and I shake my head, “Cora, she made it to where we had a life here. Even before the memory loss. I didn’t even realize I’ve ever been another person.” I tell her and she nods, her face falling. “I know. If we don’t stop him, with Cora’s power… He could be unstoppable. We need to end this before it gets out of hand.” She tells me, and I nod.

These had been cut to contain exactly the kind of power he'd become in bargains whose real cost was only now making itself known as sanity cracked under stress of isolation that revealed the emptiness where pack bonds should have provided substance for coherent identity. The countdown crystals pulsed with five minutes remaining until automatic detonation would be his last display of heightened power by destruction that would shatter opposition if control could not be had by ordinary coercion, but even this ultimate gambit was being nullified through empathic action that was proceeding beyond his ability to prevent. "Twenty years of planning," he snarled, memories returning in installments as

What they both were unaware was that their hearts were beating frantically and there was something very wrong happening in their southern region. Daniel was trying to cool himself down. He splashed cold water on his face, but it felt like it was getting more heated. ‘Fuck Daniel.. What the hell are you thinking. What’s wrong with you. He is Russell. The boy you looked after since childhood. He is the same your little baby. How can you even think about him like this. What if he felt bad. How would you face him if he dislike it and thought of you as pervert.’ He was talking to himself.

"I was wrong! I was so, so wrong! Please, forgive me!" I looked down at the man I had once admired, now groveling at my feet. "Let go," my voice was ice. "No! I won't!" he clung tighter. "I'm nothing without you! The old fools at the Alliance have lost their minds, they're going to strip me of everything!" "You deserve it." I tried to pull my leg away, but his grip was like iron. "I know I messed up!" He looked up, his eyes bloodshot. "But you can't just watch them destroy me! We're mates! You can't abandon me!"

Zadicus whispered, curling his hands in a fist with a clenched jaw as the moments of his misery flashed before his eyes. “We have gotten too far, no consequences could stop us. We have to complete what we started, Brother. There is no return from this point anymore.” Tristan said sternly, resting his hand on Zadicus’ shoulder, giving it an assuring squeeze. “You are right. There is no use to grasp what is no longer in our grip; it's meaningless at this point.” Zadicus breathed out, understanding his words. “This world is Corrupted after all.” Zadicus spoke, glancing over his shoulder to look at Tristan who stood with a grievous but stern expression.

Instead, he seemed a stranger, consumed by a madness that had taken hold of his senses. Shock and confusion mingled within me as I absorbed the scene unfolding before my eyes. The realization dawned upon me that Leon's mind had fractured, his grasp on reality slipping away into the abyss of insanity. The recent events, the accusations, the imprisonment—it was as if his mind had shattered under the weight of it all, leaving behind a distorted semblance of the person he once was.

Every heartbeat seemed to grind the wood deeper into flesh, as though my body itself were conspiring against me. I had felt worse before. But not like this. This pain was layered—physical agony braided with black magic, corrosive and invasive, eating at my magic, destabilizing my core. I could feel the corruption crawling through my veins like a slow-moving poison, unraveling me thread by thread. I had hidden most of it from Darius. From Adam. Opening the mind path earlier had been a calculated risk, and I had refused to let my suffering become the trigger that sent them charging into a trap like reckless heroes in a tragedy.