Cubic Pink Corruption Novels & Stories

I honestly didn't know what to say to that, because he wasn't wrong, but at the same time, it was such a bleak outlook on things that I wanted to say that he was wrong. "So that's why you're here, trying to find a cure for the corruption, right? To change things for the better?" "I want to find the cure, yes, but I can't promise that anything will change if I do. There will always be wrong in the world, there will always be corrupt rulers, and just because it may or may not fix one problem doesn't mean it will change everything. We don't know if the people who are left are too far gone for help, their minds are just as damaged by the corruption as their bodies are, and we don't know that it'

The worm’s flawed handshake node. The dot pulsed. Then, like a wave reversing, a ripple of green spread outwards from it, flowing back along the exact path of the red corruption. Frankfurt. The red blinking light stuttered, turned amber, then green. Singapore. New York. London. One by one, like lights being restored after a storm, the critical nodes flickered from red to green. On the data logs, a new line of text scrolled, rapid and triumphant: //CASCADE_ABORT RECEIVED. COLLAPSE_RETURN INITIATED. CORRUPTION REVERSION IN PROGRESS.

Alfred waved his hand making the dome disappear. Throwing seeds on the snow Nara yelled ‘eight drills’. Large thorns grew from the seeds; some crawled on the bear’s foot and drilled into it while others tried to penetrate its chest. Chevy whose leg was partially healed removed the cork of a tiny bottle then splashed the green liquid inside on the bear arm. The bear growled in agony. Its arm began to corrode. The bear detached its hand from its shoulder knowing fully well that if it wasn’t careful its whole body would decay.

The all had a look of surprise to their gaze. 'Well well, you came back... As if taking off your arm wasn't enough." The wolf that had me pinned contorted its head to the left. It had reddish-orange fur and a weird pinkish gaze. Two more apparated from within the trees and lurched around me. One had the as fur as white as pure snow with only a tinge of blue to its light eyes, while the other had brown fur with honey coloured gazes. They two lurched around me, as if unsure on whether to stand to get a proper angle to bite off a limb.

"When we talked about connection being in the blood, no one ever thought that a corrupted could be sane, like Lycidas is now, much more be on our side and actively hate the Silver Hands," I held my breath, waiting for him to drop the bombshell. So….I was really corrupted just like Lycidas? My chest got tighter. My parents were corrupted, and now, I leaned that I too am corrupted? Was that why I didn't have a wolf? But I should have known. I don't know how people get corrupted, but if I had been with my parents when they got corrupted like Mabel said, then it was highly possible I was corrupted too. "So, yes," Alpha Fenrir continued. "You really do have corruption in your blood. But…."

I asked, staring at the flash drive. "Yeah," Cain said, plugging the drive into Petra’s laptop. "I’ve been building my own separate file for a long time. Let me show you what is actually going on here." What Cain showed us next was far deeper and more dangerous than anything Petra had managed to find in the archives. He opened a series of encrypted folders, and a massive map of documents filled the screen. It was a structured corruption system stretching across years and years. It showed massive financial manipulation, systematic administrative interference, and completely controlled scholarship redirections embedded inside the very core of Blackridge.

Understanding it so completely that I can turn its nature against itself. "Impossible," he whispers. "Evolution," I correct, echoing his earlier words. "Taking the next step that lesser wolves are too afraid to imagine." The corruption reverses course, flowing back toward its source. Toward Cassius. His scream echoes through ancient stones as corruption he created, corruption he thought he controlled, finds its way home. The dark energy engulfs him, his body convulsing as it tears through him. But even in defeat, Cassius proves dangerously resourceful. As corruption swirls around him, he staggers toward a control panel, slamming his palm against an emergency protocol button.

I didn't care about silly politics. "Sure Pink." I replied with one of my charming smiles. Let's dance. I led her forward just as the band started playing a slow song, so that we could look I to each other's eyes while dancing. Pink smiled, showing a nice dentition, but I noticed her teeth had been worked on. "I thought you were dating Clarrisa?" I smiled. She had no clue. "I thought so too." I answered simply. Her smile grew bigger. "You know, I've really liked you since --"

EMPOWERMENT DETONATION IN 90 SECONDS. My fingers fly across the mechanical keyboard array by touch alone, my restored memories inputting the ancient, master-level engineering overrides I wrote a century ago. Delete the queue. Isolate the reservoir blocks. Force the pneumatic purge. The terminal lets out a sharp, electronic beep of resistance. ACCESS DENIED. BIOMETRIC REGISTRY MISSING. "The corporate servers are dead, Coralina!" Hakan’s old warning echoes in my head from the vision. "They won't recognize your name." "They don't need a name," I snarl softly to the empty vault. "They need the blood that built the frequency."

-I'm calling mine, The Bad Girl Wears Pink [the story of Secret Nolan]. You aren't bad unless you have your own sigil/symbol/mark. -how about a pink panther better yet a tigress? You aren't bad unless you've met all the requirements on the bad list. -I'm the reason they made this list. You aren't bad until you've proven you are bad. - Not to toot my own horn or whatever...but I make the 'faceless men' run for cover. You aren't bad until everyone acknowledges the fact that you are indeed bad. - It's hard to deny.