Corrupted Soul Novels & Stories

They'd begun linking as their number grew, forming an intricate lacework inside her, the space between them slowly shrinking as he added to them each time. They surely almost equalled the number of her own, human cells now, and when they surpassed them - when she was finally more shadowsouled than she was human - she would likely be able to begin manipulating this darkness of her own. He was looking forward to finding out how she'd use it. They were all a little different in that sense, but destined shadow-soulmates always complemented each other perfectly.

Bristling Summer ignored him and began to move slowly within the room around her. Undisturbed dust dirtied the floor beneath her feet showing that no one had entered the particular area they were in for quite some time. The walls around them had ripped wall paper revealing cracking brick below. The whole place screamed desolate and made Summer uncomfortable. If things were to go wrong it would be quite some time before their bodies would be found. "Keep moving." Reggie urged the frozen Summer. "The stairs are this way." Sucking in air Summer allowed Reggie to lead her to a metal spiral staircase that sat in the next room ahead.

Each aspect of my hybrid nature screamed as corruption invaded deeper. The old curse bearer in the next cell whispered warnings through our shared wall. “The corruption reaches the soul eventually. Changes what you are at your core.” They were right. I could feel it happening — every session left more of my silver scars blackened, more of my transformed power tainted. The person I'd become after Kane marked me was being systematically unmade. “Remarkable resistance,” Azrael noted as I survived another round of extractions. “But everyone breaks eventually.” The next phase they used sonic devices that sent waves of corrupted energy through my entire system. The pain reached everywhere at once

Very few these days understood the ways of undoing corruption from tainted claws. To the supernatural world, tainted claws were just not done. It was the magical version of biological warfare. Only evil would use this. An evil that had lost all value in life and others. It would work into the wounds and fester. A death from corruption was horrific. A slow rot from the wound boring deep into the body. Painfully slowly and it ate at the person’s mind feeding its false sights and sounds no one else could hear. When the one afflicted was conscious they would scream and thrash. Eventually, tearing at their wounds making them worse or just trying to end the torture by ending their life.

More power floods through me, pouring into my hands, into him, into the bond between us. “Come back to me!” I cry, my voice breaking. The silver light flares brighter, spreading across his face, down his neck, pushing back the darkness again, but not enough. Not nearly enough. The corruption is too rooted. It clings to him, woven into his blood, his bones, his very soul and it does not want to let go.​

Tonight I’d sell my soul to the devil if it got me what I wanted. Cypress trees loomed above me as I worked my way inland the trail old and uncut but for a thin void in its midst. The dark spirits began to close in around me. The ones I carried everywhere I went. The souls of the innocents I had harvested and corrupted over the years in search of a cure that didn’t exist. She was my only solution to prayers left unanswered. The darkness had brought me to her years ago and the wait had been long and grueling, and just when time was up, she fled. I had tried to talk to her that day. I wanted her to know why I had no other choice but to destroy her. It was meant to have been a kindness that I n

A snarl ripped from Kairos’s throat, and his hand shot out with another orb of pulsing magic. “DOWN!” I yelled, ducking just as it passed overhead. It exploded behind us with a thunderclap, sending two rebel soldiers flying backward into the wall. I couldn’t even tell if they survived. "You're going to regret this," Kairos hissed. His eyes glowed red now no longer silver. The corruption had spread past his soul. It was in his blood, in his mind, twisting his magic beyond control. “I already do,” I snarled, “every second I didn’t kill you sooner.”

"We are not trying to become one being. We are trying to become one purpose with twenty different approaches." The distinction mattered. Instead of forcing complete unity, we created something more like an orchestra—twenty individual instruments playing in coordination rather than one massive sound. Each perspective maintained its identity while contributing to unified action. Through this expanded consciousness, we approached the dimensional weak point together. The corruption sensed our intent and attacked immediately. Not with physical force but with conceptual assault, trying to convince us that healing was futile, that consumption was mercy, that damaged realities wanted to end. "It is

The plan was perfect. Or so I thought. The night of the soul ritual, I lured Corren to the ritual grounds, pretending I needed his help. As soon as he stepped into the circle, the spirits grabbed him. He screamed, fighting hard, but it was useless. I stood there, cold and unmoving, as the spirits tore his soul from his body. The power rushed into me like a storm. I felt it surge through the bond between me and Lyran, locking it tighter, darker, deeper.

“We have bigger problems. Two more packs have withdrawn their support. They’re saying the corruption proves we can’t maintain control, that the pack is cursed.” “It is cursed,” I said bitterly. “By Marcus’s ambition and whatever dark power he’s made a deal with.” “Then we need to break the curse,” Kael said. “Before it spreads beyond our borders.” I looked down at my hand, watching it heal impossibly fast. The corruption had tried to take root in me, I’d felt it. But my blood had rejected it, burned it away like my body was its own furnace of purification. “I can heal them,” I said. “All of them. But it will take time, and my blood.”