Corrupted Soul Novels & Stories

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

“The corrupted soul isn’t random. It learns, it probes, it manipulates. Every manifestation leaves traces, and those traces tell us where it’s been, what it’s targeting, and… sometimes, hints at its origin.” Avery leaned closer, studying the black currents. “Origin?” she asked softly. Kael’s jaw tightened. “Yes. Souls don’t usually behave like this. Not with intelligence, not with this… persistence. Something about it is unusual. There’s a memory, or a relic of life, embedded in its corruption. Something driving it beyond simple instinct. We need to find it.” Her pulse quickened. “So it’s not just… a rogue soul?”

One of them was being unemotional and he couldn't care less if it made him someone with a heart of stone. But the self-betrayal of the nine-month time span displayed the result on him. He broke his own theory of living and his traitor mind caused him to hope, wish, and anticipate. He became numb when nine month's desires, aspirations, and expectations were crushed in just one event. His face was still hard and stoic but inside he was breaking. The impact of the big loss hit him like the fiery breath of a dragon. His heart was shattering in the tiniest pieces.

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.”

Mireya asked cautiously. "Now I understand." The grief in Rayden's eyes was replaced by a sharp, intense focus. "This isn't a problem of the mind, Mireya. It's a problem of the soul." "The soul?" Mireya frowned. "What are you talking about, Ray?" He turned to face her fully. "Raelyn's Soul Core has been corrupted. That's what's made her like this. An ordinary doctor could never cure this. They couldn't even detect it."

Dawn looked at Ashley who gave her a slow nod and Dawn sighed before she grabbed Amber’s hand and said, my magic was corrupted, Amber. Amber’s eyes widened and so did Ashley’s, corruption is a very bad thing and the worse thing that can happen to anyone. Corruption is when black magic or the dark energy enters the body of a supernatural and corrupts their pure spiritual energy. Someone as strong as Ashely can deal with it and so can Dawn, but the problem is that Dawn’s magic was corrupted before she reached her full potential. The fact that she was alive all this time is proof of how strong she is.

With tea now placed before us and a plate of cookies, we chat about everything from what paths I could have lead on my destiny leading up till now, to why she chose that moment when my adoptive mother found me to release me from my stasis. “The time just felt right. You had wolves I know could train you and I felt Coro’s power weaken. If I had woken you any earlier, he would have killed or corrupted you.” She answers honestly before taking a sip of her third cup of tea. I mull her words over, realizing that she is right. Coro was centuries old, his blood creating Soulless to control in his army. He had weakened himself to a state where my own power could over come him. “What about Albot. Wha

She saw how broken I was, but she repurposed me, fashioned me into a strong individual, and showed me the infinity of possibilities before me. After sharing my story, Ms. Reina stood up and began talking, "I am both happy and sad to hear everyone's tale. It is not easy carrying those kinds of experiences yet it amazes me that you were able to keep it all together. Now I'd like to share with you everything I know. The information that I'm about to impart with you guys is a result of years of extensive research. I have explained to you what de-souling is. Let's talk about the imminent threat we have in hand. The creatures you fought, the corrupted darklings, have two stages. The first stage is

“Yes. But it wasn’t that much different from the original curse which isn’t just a curse of the body but also of the mind. It is why everyone went mad. And it was still running through your veins. When I did… what I did… the power accelerated the rate of corrosion in your mind and you lost it completely.” Her voice is grave. “What you experienced is called Corrupted Channeling. The longer you drew from it, the more your sanity was stripped away. It’s like drinking poison to stay alive.” I turn to Dominicus. His jaw is tight. His eyes are shadowed. Eleanor’s voice softens, more gentle now. “No one else could have survived it. Any other wolf would have burned out. Exploded. Or gone mad within

I sighed sadly, placing my hand on my chest and caressing it, trying to alleviate the pressure that lingered on it. “Agatha’s desires are more intensified,” explained the Lycan king, gritting his teeth. “The longer she stays out of the correct plane where she should be, which is the afterlife, the soul becomes corrupted,” Elara added. “Shadows loom around us, and any displaced soul is an open door for them to corrupt!” “And what does that have to do with this strange sensation? I feel my life force being drained, and I can’t hear my wolf!” I growled anxiously, cold sweat running down my forehead.