Corrupted Mind Novels & Stories

“Aya—Aya, baby.. look at me.” I could barely breathe. The pain was unbearable now. It felt like hooks buried deep inside my body were being dragged out one by one. The corruption thrashed violently beneath my skin. And suddenly— I saw it. Not physically, but in my mind. Dark roots. Thousands of them. Wrapped around my heart. My ribs. My magic. Buried so deeply inside me that terror slammed through my chest instantly. Oh Goddess. It had consumed so much of me already. No wonder removing it could kill me. The corruption felt me realizing it. And it panicked. ‘MINEMINEMINE—’

Each mournful note seemed to settle on my shoulders like physical weight, pushing me down. But then… the melody shifted again. It began to sweeten, to promise that relief was just one more surrendered thought away. My mind, so recently clear, began to cloud at the edges. To want that false peace. “It’s attacking our willpower,” I gritted out, shaking my head hard. “Direct mental corrosion. Don’t listen to it!” “Here!” Spark fumbled in a pocket and produced three wads of what looked like sterile gauze. “Earplugs. Basic survival kit.”

Outside, snow drifted slowly past the window, like the storm didn’t know it had already ended. But the real storm was just getting started. I cracked my knuckles again and sat cross-legged in the stiff upholstered chair. Pockets was curled on the bed, his head was on his paws, and his tail flicked now and again. He watched me without blinking—like he knew something important was happening, even if he didn’t understand the stakes. The moment I clicked open the first of my encrypted drives, my entire body changed. Every cell stilled. Every thought narrowed to one thing.

Mireya asked cautiously. "Now I understand." The grief in Rayden's eyes was replaced by a sharp, intense focus. "This isn't a problem of the mind, Mireya. It's a problem of the soul." "The soul?" Mireya frowned. "What are you talking about, Ray?" He turned to face her fully. "Raelyn's Soul Core has been corrupted. That's what's made her like this. An ordinary doctor could never cure this. They couldn't even detect it."

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.

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.