Corrupted Puppet Novels & Stories

Finn yanked his hand back, but it was already turning black, veins of corruption spreading up his arm like ink through paper. "Hold him!" Sera grabbed his other arm, trying to keep him from thrashing. "Don't let him touch anyone else!" I saw it happening, the corruption spreading, purple light beginning to glow in his eyes. In seconds, he'd be a thrall. Another mindless puppet for Kael's army. Ronan moved faster than I could think. Drew a knife and cut deep across Finn's corrupted arm, above where the darkness had spread. Finn screamed again, but this time it was physical pain, human pain. Blood in a mix color of black and red, poured from the wound.

"Tomorrow. The anniversary. Twenty years exactly since you killed Amaya. Vesna will be at your sister's grave. She goes every year. It's the only human thing left in her—grieving for a mother who never learned to love her back." The corruption finally took Hesh completely. His body collapsed into something that wasn't solid or liquid but wrong, spreading across the floor like oil that screamed. Derek pulled us all back as it reached for anything living, anything it could contaminate. "Burn it," Rose whispered. "Please, Mom. Don't let it suffer anymore." My phoenix fire erupted, but when it touched the corruption, something impossible happened. The corruption ate it. Fed on it. Grew stronger.

answered Lucius before I could utter a word. I gave him a look, not liking what he said. He smirked and raised an eyebrow as if telling me to behave like a good pet. I want to stab him with the fork. If only I can do that without risking my life. “So what pack is she from?” “She’s a rogue,” Lucius’ answer made my lips fall apart. How could he? Rogues are considered to be outcasts of our kind. They are the wolf shifters whose hearts got corrupted. If there is a disease that could turn a wolf’s life upside down, it is the wolf's corruption. A wolf’s heart is considered corrupted when it turns black and there are specific reasons why it could happen. The corrupted wolf will turn into nothing le

“I have nothing left, Kara. No modeling contracts, not after the scandal attached my name to this mess. No family money of my own. I was a business partner, exactly like you and Xavier already figured out, and now the business has collapsed entirely.” I studied her, searching for the manipulation I’d learned to expect from everyone connected to this conspiracy, and found instead something rawer, closer to actual desperation, the same kind of desperation I’d once seen in Victoria’s face before she finally chose a different path. “What exactly are you asking me for?”

(Henry’s POV) The envelope felt heavier than it should. Even as I tore it open, my fingers shook. The room was dim except for the single lamp on the desk, its glow creating long shadows like claws reaching across the floor. “Read it,”I whispered to myself. “Get it over with.” The paper inside shook in my hands. My chest stiffened as my eyes ran over the words. “It’s… it’s not mine,” I breathed out. My voice cracked. The test was clear. The childGeorgia’s daughter wasn't mine.

Torin scrapped it Into a little torn out pouch he made from some old ass material he found on the ground and we left. When we got back, our faces spilled the tales to Kaelen before our mouths did. “Well we did find this” Torin said, bringing out the residue, showing Kaelen that it wasn't a complete failure. Kaelen took one look at the jar of scraped residue and went still in that specific way of his, the one that meant the news was bad and he was deciding how to package it. "This…. Its… it's the same corruption. Same as the one from Drakos." He turned the jar slowly. "It's spreading. Faster than it should be."

A freezing wind carrying the scent of damp earth, death, and overflowing rage instantly swept through the room, snuffing out every ritual candle in a single breath. The Pope’s magic vortex was snapped violently. The old man was thrown forward, coughing as the debris of destruction filled the air. In the shattered threshold of the wall, a man stood amidst a thick, black fog. His black hair was disheveled, his shirt torn in several places, and his crimson eyes glowed intensely in the darkness. In his right hand, a jet-black sword enveloped in hissing flames crackled. The Grand Temple, which was said to be untouchable, now lay half-demolished beneath his feet.

If someone was chopped into several pieces, they would naturally die. If cultivators of Holy Land Realm were chopped up like this, he would not die for a while, but he would die if there was no treatment for a long time. Although the puppet had been chopped up, it was not much different from before. It seemed to occupy a larger area. Runes in the puppet's body was still twisting like maggots. Formation covered by it was also running. Caspian walked over, looked down for a moment, and stuffed the puppet's body and limbs into Time Warp Zone of Tower of Life.

She held the link steady, forcing the corrupted energy to continue its lethal flow. "You wanted the silence?" Rhea’s voice echoed in the Heir’s failing consciousness. "Here it is! The silence of the grave!" The Heir’s physical form began to vibrate violently. The obsidian leaves of the World-Tree above them began to shatter, raining down in a storm of black glass as the source of the corruption was itself corrupted. The construct’s face—the face that looked so much like Rhea’s—began to melt, the features blurring into a featureless mask of violet agony.

“Something’s wrong.” I extended my own senses. The chaotic energy was gone, but there was a residue. A faint, magical signature I didn’t recognize. It wasn't demonic, angelic, or Fae. It was cold, sterile, and utterly alien. It felt oily, like a predator that had wiped its tracks but couldn't erase its scent. “This wasn’t a natural decay,” Ava confirmed, her eyes meeting mine over Misha’s head. The usual sarcasm was gone, replaced by a cold, clinical dread. “This was sabotage. The corruption was planted here. Deliberately.”