Corrupted Mind Novels & Stories

“Allen and I did this to get you, now the two of us go to get him. I don’t care what you have to say, I’m going.” “I appreciate the energy, my dear,” Sebestian said, a small smirk telling her that he wouldn’t stop her, “but there is one thing you both should know. When you and Allen went into Sam mind, Ordon was corrupting it. His mind wasn’t intact, it was blocked off. Allen, his mind is intact. Whatever is happening, that is not the issue. This will be a lot more complicated than a walk in a park.” “I don’t care, I’m going,” Rose said.

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 inject on me. The corruption does so many things, it blocks one's memory. I might forget anyone... i

When he called himself Rowan Hayes, when he spoke of my father and my arranged bride, it struck me: This man is Chaos, Hatred, and Ruin all in one. He wanted to destroy me. And in that moment, watching the sedative hiss toward my face, a shameful thought surfaced: Maybe I want to feel something. Something other than the silence. I let the darkness take me, yielding to the ruin he promised. I had nothing left to lose. Let him ruin me. I long to see what kind of darkness he intends to bring to my already wrecked life. CHAPTER 1 ~~MATTEO~~ I glanced around the restaurant, taking in every detail. The balloons were glued to the ceiling, the letter balloons spelling out “Happy Anniversary,” and th

The faint red mark from the electrode is still there. "We're still connected, Mia. The patches left a bridge. If the system corrupts... the feedback loop could scramble our minds permanently." The choice hangs in the air. Risk death in a digital hallucination. Or let the corruption take everything. I look at the laptop. I look at the man I love. "Tie me up," I whisper. "Let's go for a swim."

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.

Now, I could squeeze a burst of power from my ability, albeit for a short while. "Die!" I cut everything down with this short burst of strength, behaving no differently from a lone wolf backed into a corner. I eventually made it to the edge of the horde. Limbs flew everywhere as I stampeded over countless corpses, running for dear life. 100 yards. 200. 300. I could barely make out the broken subway sign, but my body was already at its limit. The complications from ingesting a high-tier crystal core by force were starting to show. My vision had gone blurry, and I could taste metal in my throat.

Sophia and I bought the story like some dumb damsels. Charlie called the cops, and Sophia slapped the man before kicking him out. Christopher fired him, and they exposed his corruption case back when he was working with them. The villains were punished. Sophia and I exchanged a look. Charlie said solemnly, "Now you have the truth. I never lied to you, Sophia. I never cheated on you. I told you, even if you couldn't give us any children, it's no problem. We can go childless for life." Tapping his head, she asked, "Can you shut up with that rhetoric already? I'm already pregnant, you know. The rich life did wonders for my body."

She flicked her fingers, and every screen exploded with static. Code poured across them—red and gold, the same pattern Subject 13 and I shared. The code was protected. Now it was being rewritten. "No!" I screamed. She didn't even blink. “Your programming is corrupted. Your emotions have compromised your potential." I stepped closer, fists clenched. "If I'm so broken, why do you want to take me over?" “Because even damaged, you are the final piece I need." The lights dimmed as if the power was being drained away. The ground shook again.

I trailed off, eyes wide as if I was too afraid to finish. “Leads to what?” asked another woman nearby tall, red curls tied back with a ribbon. I recognized her vaguely. A baker’s wife. “Corruption,” I said finally, my voice dropping just enough. “Like the old stories. Powers granted without warning, without a wolf… and then mind-reading? I mean, how do we know she’s not listening to our thoughts right now?” I gave a soft, nervous laugh, making it sound like a joke. But the seed had been planted.

The sun had begun to rise. This was the last morning I saw. It had taken everything I had and then some more to take down Jasper. How was I going to fight off an entire pack of corrupted? This was not real. This was all a dream. The working of that dark one, scorned and cursed by his mother, the name my kind feared to speak. But why me… “Get out of my head!!" I screamed into the void of my mind, but the only reply I got was the echo of space.