Corrupted Puppet Novels & Stories

A chilly smile touched my lips as I uttered the words “Resilience can be broken. Moreover spirit can become corrupted. Something that gets to her heart is what we need. She wants to leave but she is unable to do so. or makes her want to stay but is unable to do so. A dilemma. Whatever route she chooses it will ultimately lead to disaster.” With my weight the leather creaked softly as I leaned back once more. “We might not have to get rid of her completely. Maybe we just have to make sure she's incapable… turned out to be ineffective.” Perhaps a figurehead but one devoid of agency. A puppet. My puppet. The only sound coming from the informants prolonged silence was the soft hum of the air con

**** “I have told you not to murmur while coming to my corner; stop bringing a bad mood to my corner Edam, what is the problem now?“. Terry asked as Edam entered his room. “It's like I have lost my authoritative life, it's like I am now as cool as ever, it's more clear that I have lost my spark of brutality”. Edam shouted. “Calm down and talk, I can't hear you clearly, speak fast guy”. Terry sounded anticipating. “I was stopped by two senior secondary school students who placed loads of warnings and threats on me in the name of me being the one that is behind the corruption of his brother”. Edam replied to him.

Jonas's height level, his young eyes intimidating the old man infront of him. "I will tell you what." He began to say, his voice low and cold, "It's in your best interest right now to pack your stuff and see yourself out while I'm still asking you nicely." Mr. Jonas felt his eyes damping. All the corrupted assets he made, were gonna get ruined in matter of seconds and he could do absolutely nothing about it. With Theodore's recommendation, he got appointed at such higher post and now with his mere command, everything was gonna get taken away from him.

He couldn’t believe that a Barbarian, people known for their dulled wits and uncouth minds, had seen through his Puppet Control Technique. “This has gotten very complicated,” his lips twitched uncontrollably as the connection to his puppets was destroyed in quick succession. Whatever it was that was happening in that smokescreen, it was not to his benefit.

No matter how angry I am with him now, I can never deny this attraction and desire I feel at just the very sight of him. How I wish he hadn't chosen this field, this deadly occupation. He is still a few steps away from me, yet I feel cornered. "I don't want this. You have no right to me!" His hands hold mine firmly over my head, soft lips grazing my cheek, making me breathless, and it leaves me bothered. He is dangerous. Corrupted. I don't feel safe around him, but I weirdly feel at home. Lord, what's wrong with me?

A corruption. The demon held the door, watching her with its eerie, bright red eyes, obviously savoring the realization dawning in her eyes, “Do you understand now? I took Eleanor’s baby before it was even born to this world; I corrupted and replaced parts of its soul with mine. With every drop of life you have forced her to take, I get to devour whatever human soul she has bit by bit… until there was nothing left but a soulless, ignorant puppet for Sir Hans Bathory to get rid of. Why do you think it had been so easy for him to finish the job? A mere mortal, even a descendant of Sans, could not possibly kill a demon’s vessel, unless it was already weak and on its last breath, you wretched fo

It didn’t help that the conversation she overheard me having was right after Nero was threatened by a vigilante group called the Sovereign Justice, who went after bad, rich, and powerful men, with a video of him killing a sixteen-year-old girl when he was also sixteen. He was known as a billionaire mogul. A video like that would destroy the legitimate businesses he ran for the DeLuca family in New York. The DeLuca brothers had never heard of the sovereign justice before that point, but Enzo managed to get some information on a woman named Emma Beck. After we discussed tracking down Emma Beck and getting answers, Serena overheard my conversation and confronted me. Then, right after, Emma Beck

Jax stroked my wet hair almost tenderly. “Good girl. Session’s over for today. But we’ll be back tomorrow. The whole line might show up next time.” They left me there — a ruined, corrupted mess in my own office. And the most terrifying part? Some shattered, addicted piece of me was already aching for tomorrow.

That split second left me feeling as if I had been skinned, and I almost lost consciousness from the agony. It was worth rejoicing that the agony did not last that long, and I was soon calmed down by Dicken’s soft lips. They were no different from painkillers that swiftly relieved me from any suffering. Still, feeling as if my soul left my body, I buried my head over Dicken’s shoulder as I asked, “What was that, Dicken?” “Corrupted Yiki—in other words, a corrupted sapling. It had its eyes on you, Linda. The corrupted are always an extreme threat because they could show up at any time or space, and come in a million different forms after mutating.”

“It’s like the life is being sucked out of everything! I feel… weaker.” Lyraeus stepped forward, examining the corrupted stream. He dipped a finger into the glowing water, then recoiled sharply, a flash of pain in his eyes. “It is a parasitic magic. It latches onto existing magical currents and twists them, corrupting the source. This is not mere blight, but a calculated assault.”