Corrupted Mind Novels & Stories

Once, I saw him reflected in the basin of water, his face rippling every time my heartbeat stuttered. “You look terrible,” Corvin said mildly. I did not turn my head. “You are not real.” “Am I?” he asked. “Or am I simply… unfinished?” I clenched my jaw. The healers had warned me about visions, trauma echoes, guilt shaping hallucinations. They said the mind invented ghosts when it could not carry its sins alone but hallucinations did not know things. Corvin did. “You tried,” he continued. “That almost makes you interesting.” “I tried to save him,” I snapped. “You used him.”

I just swallowed, and I didn't feel anything because of the extreme anger in my heart, I didn't feel the bitterness of the wine . Instead of forgetting one by one, the problems I was facing entered my mind, I remembered the person who called me earlier ... Flashback Cring cring cring Hello? Including lines Sir you need to back here our company is already losing money because there is no proper management the employees are leaving because the company is gradually falling apart .. Okay go ahead in the next few days I will be back there .. I'm comfortable with what said that because all I know is that the man who killed mom will be caught ..

"If you can do this consistently—stabilize the corruption, redirect it—do you have any idea what that means? For the future of our species? For what we could—" Reality warped. There's no other way to describe it. The air seemed to fold inward, light bending around a point directly in front of me. Sound distorted, echoing strangely. The corruption inside me reacted violently, black veins pulsing with warning. Something was wrong. Then the distortion solidified, took shape, became— Me.

Why wasn’t I hearing anything? Then it hit me. I hadn't heard a single thought from him since the second we'd collided. Normally, people’s minds kicked in right away when someone accidentally got a drink spilled on them. A stream of annoyed, low-level swearing thoughts about the stain, the fabric, and how the night was now officially fucked. But with him, it was just a total, unbroken void. Which should not have been possible. Humans thought constantly. Their brains never shut up. I knew that better than anyone. I had spent years drowning in it, learning how to filter through chaos that never stopped moving.

“That will change.” “Perhaps.” The whisper interrupts again. “Deletion attempt begins.” Nova’s light pulses violently. Her breath catches. “I can feel it.” Kieran’s hand grips hers immediately. “Hold on.” She lets out a shaky breath. “It feels like something is pulling me apart.” The system speaks again. “Emotional corruption removal in progress.” My thoughts sharpen instantly. Corruption. That word again. “You misunderstand something,” I say quietly. The whisper answers. “Clarify.” Nova’s light flickers harder now.

It's corrupted in your mind. You find yourself leaving a crowded room to stand alone in the dark because it's more comforting. You get addicted to escaping the pain because you can't reach for the surface. It's like standing in a quicksand and sinking in. At first you shout for help ,you struggle and try to get out. Then,you realize no one is around and no one is coming to save you. So you let it consume you. You wait for it to kill you like a disease. And sometimes,it whispers in your head to do the killing by yourself.

Makeup long ruined, hair matted with spit and cum—she looked exactly like what she had become: a completely corrupted, greedy cumdump who had betrayed every boundary for this night of ultimate depravity. Yet her eyes still burned with that rotten, insatiable fire. Her greedy cunt clenched visibly around nothing, pushing her prolapsed womb-flesh out even further as if begging for more abuse. “Please…” she whispered hoarsely, voice cracking. “All of you. Aiden too. Destroy me completely. I want every single cock and fist wrecking my holes until I’m nothing but a leaking, bred-out wreck. Ruin your filthy slut forever.”

Gods… what am I turning into? This man is corrupting me far more than I can handle.

It was the one thing that didn't make sense with what he had told me. "Not everyone got corrupted; some people still kept their minds, and are still attempting to contain the problem. If I had to guess, they scented me on you and detained you. As you saw, I'm not a small dragon, and having a dragon at all, let alone one my size, rampaging through the realm, killing anything in its path, isn't good for anyone involved. There isn't really a way to be able to tell if someone is corrupted or not until they start showing symptoms, so they weren't going to take the chance that you might have been." That made me pause once more, but if he had survived, then it stood to reason that others had too.

"Same energy." Nathan shook his head and disappeared into the crowd, and Damien was left alone with his scotch and the low hum of a headache forming behind his eyes. He’d been sleeping badly. He’d been sleeping badly for three years, but lately it was worse, dreams that woke him at 3 a.m. with a name on his tongue and a weight on his chest that wouldn’t lift. Aria.