Corrupted Mind Novels & Stories

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.

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.

By sympathy. "You were alone," the corruption had whispered. "You were hurting." The void had listened. Because nobody else did. The memory shattered. I gasped sharply. The truth hit brutally. The corruption didn't infect through hatred. It infected through pain. Through loneliness. Through desperation. It offered understanding first. Then slowly twisted it. The corruption sensed my realization immediately. "Exactly." Its voice sounded pleased. The creator spoke coldly. "It survives by corrupting emotional bonds." The thing laughed softly.

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.

No matter how angry I am with him now, I can never deny this attraction and desire I feel at just the very sight of him. How I wish he hadn't chosen this field, this deadly occupation. He is still a few steps away from me, yet I feel cornered. "I don't want this. You have no right to me!" His hands hold mine firmly over my head, soft lips grazing my cheek, making me breathless, and it leaves me bothered. He is dangerous. Corrupted. I don't feel safe around him, but I weirdly feel at home. Lord, what's wrong with me?

"One forged through corruption. Through suffering. Through falling so completely that the fall itself becomes foundation." Through integrated corruption, our Marcus stood perfectly still as the architecture of his entire existence rearranged itself. "You weren't corrupted because you were weak, or unlucky, or chosen at random," Pure Marcus said, each word placed with the precision of someone delivering truth that would reshape everything it touched. "You were corrupted because the treaty *needed* you corrupted. Your fall wasn't failure—it was *function*. Every moment of darkness, every compromise, every violation you absorbed and integrated—it was all necessary. All *designed*."

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.

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.