Corrupted Mind Novels & Stories

Slapping her arm like a mad woman as she fled. She ran across the porch, down the steps, and out into the street before she stopped. Breathing heavily she then looked around and took in the neighborhood around her. To her dismay she saw that every house up and down her street was in a state of disrepair. Her heart sank as she took it all in. Was she losing her mind? Or had she somehow managed to miss some horrible apocalyptic event? Cara was finding it exceedingly difficult to wrap her mind around the desolate waste land before her.

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.

“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.”

Nevertheless, even such an impure aura could terrify anyone who sensed it. He's still corrupted, I'll grant you that. He will experience no pain or emotion and will only think about killing." Rakan's tone was solemn. "I had hoped that he would become less corrupted and thus easier to kill." The corrupted state is always temporary, but that doesn't mean the individual will be rational. It simply meant that he would become a milder, less belligerent demon. "We have to put a stop to him." "Krghhh!" The sound reverberated out across the mountain range.

Very few these days understood the ways of undoing corruption from tainted claws. To the supernatural world, tainted claws were just not done. It was the magical version of biological warfare. Only evil would use this. An evil that had lost all value in life and others. It would work into the wounds and fester. A death from corruption was horrific. A slow rot from the wound boring deep into the body. Painfully slowly and it ate at the person’s mind feeding its false sights and sounds no one else could hear. When the one afflicted was conscious they would scream and thrash. Eventually, tearing at their wounds making them worse or just trying to end the torture by ending their life.

He corrected himself, gritting the words. His breath started getting heavy. Instant fury enveloped him. He began to pace left and right, his uproarious eyes looking deep in thought. "Someone had touched you. Someone had touched my Hazel. She was handed to me with promise to protect her. She was to be protected. Someone had touched her." He was murmuring in between his walk, hands interlocking in back of his neck as he let out a deranged growl. "I WILL FUCKING SHRED HIM INTO PIECES. I WILL FUCKING TEAR THAT BASTARD APART!"

Only then did I remove my hand. Silence returned. Elias hung motionless, his breathing ragged. For several moments, I thought he had finally surrendered. Then... Very quietly... "So..." His voice barely carried. "...she's close." My fingers paused only for a heartbeat. Close? Impossible. Unless— No. The corruption had reached too deeply. His mind was beginning to confuse memory with instinct. Nothing more. A faint smile touched my lips. "Delusion," I said simply. I turned toward the door.