His To Corrupt Novels & Stories

“No.” Hyunjae’s expression softened ever so slightly, but his tone remained firm. “You are a beacon. A catalyst. The corruption isn’t just drawn to you—it’s feeding on you.” “That’s impossible,” I said, my voice rising. “He’s fought against the corruption, not aided it.” Hyunjae’s gaze shifted to me, cold and calculating. “And yet, everywhere he goes, the corruption intensifies. Did you not notice how the northern facility’s energy surged as soon as he entered?”

My muscles lock, the throbbing pain fading as I watch his finger dance over the trigger. “You’re wrong.” he looks at me. “Let’s say you did destroy all the rings, X. Let’s say you accomplished what you’ve set out to do. Do you honestly believe, for one second, it’ll stay that way? Ha! The second the dust settles, evil will already be rebuilding their empire, this time stronger and better than before.” he stares at me as if I'm delusional. “You'll never get rid of evil. Never.”

answered Calix before I could utter a word. I gave him a look, not liking what he said. He smirked and raised an eyebrow as if telling me to behave like a good pet. I want to stab him with the fork. If only I can do that without risking my life. “So what pack is she from?” “She’s a rogue,” Lucius’ answer made my lips fall apart. How could he? Rogues are considered to be outcasts of our kind. They are the wolf shifters whose hearts got corrupted. If there is a disease that could turn a wolf’s life upside down, it is the wolf's corruption. A wolf’s heart is considered corrupted when it turns black and there are specific reasons why it could happen. The corrupted wolf will turn into nothing les

Lucian was no longer just a man who sought a god. He was a man who had touched a god and survived it. And that kind of corruption does not fade easily. It waits for the right time to strike again.

"Watch as your love for her intensifies your suffering. All of you who wish to protect her instead cause you to hurt her." He removed the iron, leaving a charred brand that pulsed with the same weak brightness as the collar. Still, the rot crept across their relationship, seeding pessimistic and doubtful thoughts into their respective minds. Kael mumbled, "Feel that?" "That's the corruption setting in, transforming your honorable emotions into something more. useful." Marcus fought the growing darkness in his head, but the collar rendered resistance impossible. Each effort to cut Lyra off from the poison opened their link more, allowing more corruption to move between them.

“You have to be brutal. You have to lose the part of yourself that wants to be good. Burn your conscience. Erase the lines you swore you’d never cross. That’s how you win. That’s the only way.” My hands curled into fists at my sides. “I’m not like him,” I said. The words came out sharper than I expected. “No,” he agreed. “You’re not. And that’s why you’re dangerous. Because you still think you can do this without becoming him.” He turned back toward the door, but paused before opening it. “One more thing,” he said over his shoulder. “If you think you can do this without destroying yourself, don’t. You won’t survive it. Not intact.”

When he looked up through the dripping wreckage, the girl stood before him—naked and glistening, a vial of black serum clutched in one small hand. "You brought the case," she said sweetly. Her voice was Luna's, but layered with something ancient. "Good." His mother's scream was cut short as Eight moved—a blur of pale limbs and surgical steel. Harris barely registered the needle before it pierced his carotid. Cold flooded his veins as his knees gave out. The last thing he saw was Eight crouching over him, pressing her forehead to his as the world went dark, her whisper following him into the void:

Scared. “Mom. You need to come. Now.” In the medical tent, Helena was examining Leighton. He was convulsing. Black veins are spreading across his skin. Eyes rolling back. “What's happening?” I demanded. “The corruption,” Helena said, hands glowing with healing magic. “It's spreading. Fighting back against your purification attempts. It's like... like it's alive. Defending itself.” Leighton screamed. “Let it take me!” he gasped. “Just let it—”

There was a new king. And Catalina—Valentina—stood at the edge of the empire like a woman who’d been burned and asked for more. He still didn’t know who she was. He didn’t know she came here to end him. He didn’t know she carried a child that wasn’t part of the plan. And yet, she couldn’t stop shaking when he touched her. She couldn’t stop craving the man she came to ruin. Because power didn’t just corrupt—it seduced. And now, she was deep inside the devil’s bed...and deeper inside his kingdom than she ever meant to go.

Talk about top-tier professionalism from someone with no physical desires. I pout slightly, genuinely baffled as to why my advances keep getting shut down today. But the sting of rejection doesn't last long. A familiar, incredibly sweet DING! chimes from my Academy-issued smartwatch. A new notification. Instantly, my mood skyrockets. The dark, suffocating weight of my 8.936 Corruption Factor practically vanishes. What cures sorrow? What heals a broken heart? What suppresses eldritch madness? Getting filthy, outrageously rich.