Corrupted Mind Novels & Stories

The fact that she was alive all this time is proof of how strong she is. Corruption can make anyone go mad when a person becomes corrupt. He starts to lose his mind, and hallucinations, nightmares, and insomnia become common and a person loses control over their power as well and can attack anyone. Dawn spoke as she looked so broken and fragile, “fucking bastards! Stefan and his father that bastard uncle of mine, with the help of the council they were able to corrupt me. And declared me as a threat to the coven, so they locked me here, they thought that I would die but I am also a tough nut to crack. I am not going to die that easily.

"I brought it on myself, did I? I'm looking for sympathy, am I?" He took a deep breath. "You should try striking out against the Silver Hands figurehead directly, not just hiding out here like cowards. You should try getting kidnapped by the Silver Hands and being subjected to their weird evil experiments. You should try surviving being having your beast corrupted without descending into madness like those Corrupted you fought today," The pain in his voice took the fight out of me and weakened me. "You're still a Corrupted," I said weakly, not knowing what else to say.

"Hungry. Dark. Bite the dark. Bite the dark. Bite the–" I tilted my head. "Well, at least you're chatty." He threw himself backward, spine bending wrong, then shot forward again. His body slammed so hard I swore the bars bent a hair's breadth. My shadows hissed. They didn't like him. Neither did I. It wasn't until his head snapped toward me, neck cracking like dry twigs, and his eyes fixed clear for the first time that I understood what it was. Mind Rot. I'd heard whispers of it. Wolves who lost themselves, eaten from the inside out. No cure. No sense. Just teeth and rage until death.

Corin felt like he was finally winning the fight against the evil inside him. Corin was still lost in thoughts about the past and his new promises when the darkness suddenly attacked his mind again. It felt like a thousand sharp needles stabbing into his brain. He gasped and clutched his head, his body began to shake violently. The shadows inside him woke up with a roar of anger because Vennis was gone. "No! Get out!" Corin yelled, but his voice started to change. It became deep and growly, like a beast. “Grawwwl!” Corin let out a loud, terrifying growl that shook the walls of the cell.

“He was stubborn. Survived everything while still carrying all that goodness and kindness.” He leaned closer to Ragnar. “Until the mental destruction.” “What’s that?” Ragnar asked coldly. Marcus laughed softly. “It’s where I destroy their lives using only their minds. Strip hope away. Break memory. Turn love into weakness. Turn mercy into pain.” His eyes gleamed. “He screamed. He cried. He begged. Then slowly… his mind died.” Ragnar felt sick. Marcus continued casually, like discussing weather. “But survival alone was boring. So I put something else in there.”

One was a masterpiece of efficiency; the other was a broken machine. "A Neural Phase-Lock failure," Jace-Prime diagnosed, his voice dropping into a clinical, diagnostic tone. "You’ve been exposed to raw, un-modulated chaos. The Auditor’s signal is trying to purge the corruption, but your brain is resisting. If I don't intervene, the resulting Cognitive Friction will liquify your gray matter within six hours." "I can fix it myself," Kael whispered.

She was crossing the main clearing when she walked straight into Kael. "Walk with me," he said. Not a question. She walked. They moved through the settlement side by side, past the morning fires and the wolves who stopped talking when she passed and started again when she'd gone far enough. "Tell me what you felt," Kael said. "At the end of the corruption. When you were pulling it out." "A mind," she said. "But not one. Layered. Like… " She thought about it. "Like a choir that had been singing together so long they didn't know their individual voices anymore."

her head was spinning, and a thousand voices and memory are haunting her, in this world, no one can manipulate like our mind. the mind has a defence mechanism, when life gets hard, it manipulates us to end our lives for good, mind is the one who knows us very well, once we lost hold of ourselves, it shows and speaks those scary memories in our mind, because of such strong imaginations made by our mind work as a poison to us. Elsa was completely lost in her depression, he heard someone fall on the road, and she saw a man who is the same age as her, fall on the road from his wheelchair, he was struggling to stand up, and no one was helping him.

She could have sworn that these people were corpses or something as they made no movement and none paid attention to her. Her attention was drawn by a male that was muttering something to himself as Cora regarded him closely. "What the hell is this place?" Cee asked. "I have no idea, Cee. But I don't think I like it" "Neither do I" Mrs. Anderson spoke quietly to Nurse Madison, that was over the counter and was scribbling down something on a book. At regular intervals, Madison and Mrs. Anderson glanced at Cora and resumed talking. "I think it is psychosis. She calls herself Cora Creed, and she doesn't think she is from the human world" Mrs. Anderson completed as Madison nodded and picked up t

He states. “Yes” Zayne confirms. They eyes lock. And a silent conversation passes beteeen them. Rafael knows this is the end of the road for him. “The first serum was a fail, it corrupted them, warping their minds, they couldn’t tell good from bad, they feel nothing other than the need to spill blood-“ “I know what the first serum did”