Corrupted Mind Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

“So get it out.” “It’s not that simple. The residue is rooted. Removing it surgically could kill him. Leaving it could corrupt him from the inside.” “What does corrupt him mean?” Lila looked at me. “It means he might wake up changed.” “Changed how?” “I don’t know. Shadow corruption affects everyone differently. Some people go violent. Some lose their memories. Some become something else entirely.” "Stop," I backed away. “Stop talking.” “Sam,” “I said, 'Stop!'" My voice went loud. “You’re telling me my mate might wake up as a different person? As some corrupted version of himself? After everything we went through to save him?”

"You have his face. You have his voice. But you don't have the history. You built a Hallmark card, but my life was a police report." The hand on my shoulder tightened. It wasn't warm anymore. It was a vice grip of hard light. "Memory corruption detected," the man said. His voice didn't change pitch, but the warmth vanished, replaced by a metallic, buzzing undertone. "Subject resists emotional integration." "Let go," I said.

“The pain and violent stimulation pushed her mind past its limit. Something inside her… broke. That damage is likely what caused her collapse.” She paused before continuing, her voice growing heavier. “The mental barrier she built may have also contributed. The tenebrous mind manipulation is complex and incredibly dangerous. Once triggered, they spread through the entire body. She managed to keep the external force out, but not without cost. It left its mark on her.” After a moment, she added, “Everything else is speculation. But if I’m honest, her mind was probably unstable long before this happened.” The room fell into a tense silence.

I added, my eyes falling onto his arm once more, "Not the other way around." He will never get my need to leave and be as far as possible from everyone. Isaac didn't break me physically, what he did wasn't anything new. The physical pain goes with time, I know it, I am used to it. Isaac succeeded only because he broke my mind when he forced me to face the darkest most twisted part of myself, and I don't think I can ever come back from that. I don't think I can accept just how corrupted I am.

“Not here.” The black crystal around her hand cracked. A fracture ran through the cage. The chains anchoring it to the crater twitched. Alessia snarled, low and furious, and dragged one last time. The node tore. Corruption poured into her in a rush and she forced it down, through the dual cores, through the trinity mark—not letting it twist, not letting it settle and then she burned it. All three threads flared at once. The corruption howled then died. The cage shattered like glass.

It cracks all the ground around it. My attention was so absorbed in this creature that I didn't realize there was an even more terrifying one riding it. The creature from the depths of the most corrupt, decadent and deranged mind. A being that could rip your soul right out of your hands. My body could not bear it any more, I was losing the battle, death was only a few seconds away. “Ba dum, ba ...... dum”.

’ The sinister voice whispers in my mind. I gulp the lump forming in my throat and wrap my arms around myself. Why did it feel like I could do something? Like I could break down that door and kill every single werewolf out there? Such weird thoughts I am having these days. It feels like I have finally lost my mind. Suddenly, the door to the dungeon is pushed open and light rushes inside, eradicating the darkness. I squeeze my eyes shut and hiss lowly, hearing Cora groaning from beside me.