Corrupted Mind Novels & Stories

They have wrecked me. Mind. Body. And soul. (End of Flashback)

My mind was occupied with a lot of thoughts. Who wouldn't be lost in thoughts in my situation? I've got family issues, school is hard for me though I just started and here I am in a place I don't know. How harder could things get? This is more than a living hell for me already. My mind drifted to Kelly Harrison. Why didn't I meet a gentleman like him before? My life wouldn't be so hard. I could see his sincerity, no one can fake being nice that well. The door suddenly barged open, he came in looking displeased. I saw his eyes go dark the moment he stared at my body lustfully. I need to get out of here, not again.

He himself had anticipated that if he couldn't do it now, he probably would not be able to do it in the required time. With mind eating thoughts, Creed tripped the barrier and continued with the process again. Seeing this, Raymond followed his lead and again activated the stimulant. Gradually Creed rationality turned as thin as a strand of hair. He started talking gibberish and cursing heavily. Hearing his voices and curses researcher's mind went blank. His mind was so close to shattering. Deep, dark memories of the past were clogging his brain. Failure, Sadness, Anger, Frustration were all chewing his mind like a hungry scavenger accompanied by an overwhelming numbness all over his body.

Some twist of fate must have happened if all this exploded now. I was letting Carmen take all the time she needed to begin to explain to us and I could see Corrine also. She avoided asking her further questions. We have to be very careful with this woman’s mind. If she was institutionalized her brain must be a little fragile also her memories mixed up. From her posture she definitely suffered a trauma from which not even now did she recover. And with all the help she has got. It is so sad watching her like that, thinking that maybe she is struggling to stay as sane as possible and face this new reality.

Instead, she turned to look at me. I kept my head down, thinking, "Yvette clearly is just worried about Mom going back to the company and getting in the way of her escapades with Dad. Ugh, they're like two dogs in heat! They couldn't even wait to get a room. Don't they know that the office has a surveillance camera? "And what did she mean by mental illness? It was Dad who drugged Mom and forced her to leave the company. Later, Yvette found her a quack who claimed to be a traditional medicine practitioner. He had no license and prescribed prescriptions that only worsened her condition.

Pressing my palm flat against his forehead, I pushed in, seeking the threads of his mind and searching through his memories. But it was a mess. Static and shards, nothing coherent. His mind was a broken maze, thoughts overlapping, memories shredded and burned. Something had been in here before me. Something had torn through him without mercy and left nothing intact. Images flickered: pain, chains biting into skin, a shadow figure looming with eyes like voids. Then screams, his own, begging. But it all blurred, scrambled by whatever had fried his circuits. Then his body started to fail. I felt my powers rebound, clashing with whatever damage was already in there.

I looked at my hands, and to my utter dismay, I saw black spots and veins branching out from under my skin. This is bad! My corruption had already started to manifest. It was the first time I had ever manifested it this quickly. I should have taken a longer break after the battle a few days ago, but I didn't want to let my team down, so I pushed myself too hard. "Your corruption will cause you to lose your mind," he told me, his voice coming through my head loud and clear. I turned and saw Minseok standing behind me, looking concerned. "I'm fine, really. Just a little tired, that's all."

I pour every shattered remnant of that lost love into the invitation, making it glow, making it irresistible against the bleakness of his corruption, against the Devourer’s cold promise of oblivion. He takes the final step. Not physically. Psychically. He plunges into the opened vault, into the memory-trap, drawn by the ghost of his own stolen heart. The corrupted power, the blighted essence, floods into my mindscape after him, a torrent of darkness seeking merger. The door slams shut behind him. Locked. From the inside. My doing.

Chapter91 Lucian's pov. Martha was wondering what I was trying to say, but it was like she understood what I meant because her expression changed. Her heart was drumming, and she was confused. She turned towards me, and then directed her line of sight to Cookie who hadn't answered the question I asked her. “Cookie, answer me. Have you been corrupted?” Martha pressed on, her eyes didn't even blink while she stared at her daughter. Fear filled her. Someone being corrupted was hard to recover. There were certain things about corruption we had heard about the past, but whenever it happened, it corruption too over the mind, it led to the person's end.

Jax stroked my wet hair almost tenderly. “Good girl. Session’s over for today. But we’ll be back tomorrow. The whole line might show up next time.” They left me there — a ruined, corrupted mess in my own office. And the most terrifying part? Some shattered, addicted piece of me was already aching for tomorrow.