Corrupted Soul Novels & Stories

She gagged on nothing. "Now, enter with one finger." The corruptive voice said, dangerously dropping an octave. Seraphina's lips parted, and as if under a potent spell, she slowly—very slowly....inserted a finger inside her honeyed warm pussy.

“She was never your mother.” She kneeled beside Basil, placing a glowing hand near the dagger in his chest as he fell unconscious with tears still streaming down his cheeks. She felt terrible, but she was bound by the rules of the spirits and they had seen no true remorse in Olivia. It happened fairly often that spirits are so corrupted by their obsessions and desires while they were alive that their souls were corrupted. Hopefully, when her soul was recombined with other lost souls in the void, she would be a better person.

Kael stood in the royal war library, the scent of old parchment and dust filling the air around him. He had been searching for answers for hours, trying to piece together the strange sensations that had been haunting him since the Soul-Oath had been forged. His body still ached from the shared pain of the ritual, but it was the inexplicable sense of familiarity, of déjà vu, that troubled him the most.

"That data is irrelevant to the mission. Grace, the State is waiting. Melanie Vance has been recovered. The Protocol must be finalized." "The Protocol is a lie," I said. I reached out and touched his cheek. His skin was cold. It lacked the fever of the man who had died in the fire. It lacked the humanity of the "corrupted" data. "He died for her," I whispered. "He died to prove that a piece of meat and wire can become a soul. You? You're just a statue." The New Version’s hand shot out, grabbing my wrist with a strength that made the bones groan. "The soul is an inefficient variable, Grace. It leads to structural failure. Like the one you witnessed in the clearing."

"We cannot simply kill him. The corruption doesn't die with the host—it spreads, wolf to wolf, faster than we can contain it as long as he exists in this state. Killing him now only guarantees it finishes what it started tonight." The chief healer stood at the room's center, an old seer beside her Caierre hadn't seen in the earlier meeting, both of them working through calculations scrawled hastily across parchment already soaked through with someone's blood. "There is one path," the healer said finally, grim. "We do not kill him. We shatter him. Break the corrupted soul into pieces too small, too weak, to carry the full weight of what it's become. Bind those

But to me, all his words belonged to a past life. Had he truly wished to be with me, he wouldn't have tied me up and discarded me in the middle of nowhere after my artificial kidney caused a rejection. He was only saying all this now because he had failed. Then, he produced a paring knife and stabbed it into his abdomen. Crimson blood stained his white coat, stark and vivid. He slowly collapsed, face down, and his grip on the knife gradually loosened. "I was wrong, Cassidy…" Blood trickled down the corners of his lips when he opened his mouth.

"I know who I am. I am Kerik Renfred you wrench! The Queen of all life and dead creatures of the world." "That's not possible-" "I am Kerik Renfred!" My voice grew louder and louder over every word, and my confidence slowly returned back to me. There was no way to survive hell, without taking a piece of it with you. Something only dark souls can understand. "The worst kind of pain, is the one you feel in your soul, it slowly devours everything and weighs you down until you can no longer move. It hurts more than any burn, any scar and any bruise. Because it would never heal, no matter what you do. It's always there inside of you."

Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.

I had taken Audrey's hand and started running, it was funny how I thought we had escaped and suddenly she dropped down beside me. Time seemed to slow down as I watched blood seeping out of her head, I just stood there like my brain had gone on lockdown watching as she died. All I knew was that I was suddenly pulled into a car and later I found myself at the institution again but I still couldn't focus on anything apart from the fact that Audrey was dead just like I took people's lives, she was taken from me. -- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse".

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…