His To Corrupt Novels & Stories

Corrupted. Half wolf. Half human. All monster. Purple energy radiating like toxic light. The corrupted transformation makes him stronger. Faster. Beyond anything natural. He attacks with renewed fury. Mindless. Violent. Desperate. I can't match him physically. Can't outfight a corrupted Elder. So I don't try. I go defensive. Dodging. Evading. Waiting for the corruption to burn him out. Because that's what it does. Always. The serum gives temporary power at the cost of life force.

“Why are you calling her name like you're old time friends?” That was something that I couldn't understand just yet. There was something about her. Something that made her feel… dangerously familiar. And exciting. I shrugged. “It doesn't matter. We just have to get her on our side somehow.” Yvette pulled back, crossing her hands in front of her chest. “You don't expect me to trust you again. Not after you fucked your secretary in our bed.” “You shouldn't be complaining,” I spat back. “Not after you spent all the insurance money on clothes and shoes. I let you have it, didn't I?”

There was only one path, leading straight to the center. Kieran shivered in Cassian's arms. "It's getting quieter out here," he whispered. "The bad song… it's scary. It knows this is a real place." That was the hope. They hoped that in this place of old, solid reality, the corruption—made of stolen magic and lies—would have no place to hide It would be seen for what it was, and then it could be destroyed. But what would that do to the boy who carried it inside him?

"You never gave up on me. Remember? When I failed my trials? You were the one who made me try again." "Different." His body convulsed. The corruption reasserted control. "Not a wolf anymore. Monster." "You are still Brennan Cole." I was right in front of him now. Close enough to see humanity struggling behind corrupted flesh. "Still my friend. Still a warrior worth saving." For one perfect moment, I thought I had reached him. Thought friendship and memory would be enough. Then the corruption surged back. Swallowed the brown in his eyes. Replaced it with glowing madness.

"Tomorrow. The anniversary. Twenty years exactly since you killed Amaya. Vesna will be at your sister's grave. She goes every year. It's the only human thing left in her—grieving for a mother who never learned to love her back." The corruption finally took Hesh completely. His body collapsed into something that wasn't solid or liquid but wrong, spreading across the floor like oil that screamed. Derek pulled us all back as it reached for anything living, anything it could contaminate. "Burn it," Rose whispered. "Please, Mom. Don't let it suffer anymore." My phoenix fire erupted, but when it touched the corruption, something impossible happened. The corruption ate it. Fed on it. Grew stronger.

He fucked me through it, drawing it out, then flipped me onto my back. The new position put direct pressure on the fresh tattoo against the leather, making me hiss in pain. He spread my legs wide, hooked one over his shoulder, and drove back in deep. “Look at me,” he ordered, hand wrapping around my throat. His eyes were dark, possessive, full of years of resentment and newfound hunger. “Watch your stepbrother fuck the innocence out of you.” He set a harder pace now, but still controlled… methodical in his corruption. Deep strokes that hit every sensitive spot. Dirty praise and degradation mixed together as he rubbed my clit again.

Kael shoved me backward, raising his arms to block, but I grabbed his wrist. "No! If it touches you, it’ll corrupt your core!"I dropped to my knees in the black sludge. I didn't have time to fight Elara. I had to fight the land itself. I plunged my bare hands into the freezing, necrotic muck and pushed my royal core to the absolute limit. Purify.The reaction was instantaneous and agonizing. The corruption didn't just resist; it fought back. It felt like liquid fire pouring up my arms, trying to burrow into my veins, trying to rot me from the inside out.

Seconds later all the people were caught up in it, screams of agony could be heard, and they all scratched their bodies, begging for it to go all away. Not that seeing it on their body was causing the screams, but rather the pain they felt, it was like they were set on fire right from the inside. Moments overdue, there was no one present in the bar anymore, all of them had decayed and turned into powdered ashes. Nagato became calm, no one was certain to mess with him, and still live, this is the price for it and also the price for witnessing his curse gift, he reasoned out and then transformed slowly back into a human.

she asks filled with rage. He starts walking towards her with a malevolent smile on his face, “Ohh, do not worry about them, worry about yourself!” he slowly disappears into the wind. Mukura searches for him standing in one place for the point where he might have materialised. Slowly, the air is becoming toxic and she begins coughing. Put her hand on her mouth and nose covering them. “I am the true meaning of corruption incarnate!” his voice emanates from everywhere, “And after I am done here with you, you will be my personal servant just like the others!”

“Not here.” The black crystal around her hand cracked. A fracture ran through the cage. The chains anchoring it to the crater twitched. Alessia snarled, low and furious, and dragged one last time. The node tore. Corruption poured into her in a rush and she forced it down, through the dual cores, through the trinity mark—not letting it twist, not letting it settle and then she burned it. All three threads flared at once. The corruption howled then died. The cage shattered like glass.