Corrupted Mind Novels & Stories

“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.

Ronan asked, eyes piercing deep into mine. An interesting question. Not what I'd expected, but Ronan rarely asked questions without purpose. I considered my answer carefully. “I see an Alpha who is no longer himself. One who has been—” I hesitated, searching for the word. “Corrupted,” I said finally. “He’s become unpredictable.” "Because of the human." "Because of what she represents," I clarified. “And what is that?” He asked, knowing the answer already. “Emotions that cloud his judgement.”

“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.

Burn them all. I stood amid the remains of another corrupted den, the earth scorched black beneath my boots. Ash drifted through the air like gray snow, settling on my shoulders, my hair, my hands — hands that were still shaking. Not from exhaustion. But from restraint. Every rogue we cornered ended the same way. They fought. They screamed. They begged. And when pressed, when I dug into their minds, tore through memories and fear — they all shattered before a single truth could be pulled free.

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.

It seemed to peer at them as individuals, despite looking through shared eyes. There was a sad look in its gaze, though neither were sure if it was attempting to emote, or if that was its natural state. “The manifestation of corruption is not the same as carrying the potential of corruption,” it said after a moment. “Malignancy is easily cut only when the corruption manifests itself beyond repair. The problem is simply that your species is a breeding ground for corruption. The potential of it is so great, that the only solution is removal. “All of you carry this potential deep inside, as a feature of your natures. It is inextricable from your instruction set.”

“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.

But the last one was unlocked and what he assumed to be Mr Hua's bedroom. Using his elbow he turned on the light and blinked. This room was covered in pictures. But the floor and furniture had discarded bottles and wrappers littering it. The place was polar opposite of what he had seen so far and everything started to click. Especially when he saw a golden urn on the nightstand next to an empty wedding ring. He looked down sadly at his boss as he advanced to the bed and pulled back the cover. He placed his boss down gently before removing the shoes from his feet. He then pushed his legs onto the bed. "He's going to have a severe headache in the morning. Foolish, drinking won't erase pain it

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”.