His To Corrupt Novels & Stories

"Particularly corrupted ones. Did you know most bonds, when rejected, simply die? The connection severs cleanly." "I'm aware." "But yours didn't die. It transformed." He leans closer. "Don't you find that fascinating? The mechanics of it. How it affects you. Whether it could be adjusted." Something in his tone makes my blood run cold. "The bond isn't a science experiment." "Everything is a science experiment if you approach it correctly." His fingers press my elbow. "Imagine if the corruption could be reversed. Healed. Made stronger than it ever was." "That's not possible."

Roger would create a monster even more perfect than Damon. He glanced at the bag containing the Sorellia company documents beside him. He would win Sara over, make her dependent on him, and ensure that Damon’s seed would grow into the ultimate destroyer of its own father.

“I have nothing left, Kara. No modeling contracts, not after the scandal attached my name to this mess. No family money of my own. I was a business partner, exactly like you and Xavier already figured out, and now the business has collapsed entirely.” I studied her, searching for the manipulation I’d learned to expect from everyone connected to this conspiracy, and found instead something rawer, closer to actual desperation, the same kind of desperation I’d once seen in Victoria’s face before she finally chose a different path. “What exactly are you asking me for?”

You came to ruin him, not to be held after he took you. I pushed his hand away and slid off the table. My legs shook. I pulled my dress down and tried to cover what could not be hidden. Heat stayed inside me. It would not be ignored. “This was a mistake,” I said. My voice was hoarse. I kept my eyes on the scattered papers, not on him. “The moon. The pressure. It will not happen again.” He stepped in. He was still undone, and he did not pretend otherwise. “You are running again,” he said. “After what your body gave me. Do not lie to yourself. You wanted this.”

But the moment of triumph proved brief, Corvin's expression shifting from alarm to cold, calculating fury as he surveyed the wreckage of his ritual, the collapsed forms of the controlled individuals scattered across the ancient stone platform, most beginning to stir with returning consciousness now that Aurora's efforts had freed them from his corrupting influence. "This changes nothing about my ultimate goal," Corvin said, his voice carrying dangerous, barely controlled anger despite his obvious defeat in this particular confrontation. "You've destroyed considerable investment today, Miss Hale, but I've survived far greater setbacks over the past three centuries. I will find another path fo

The hoarse voice answer, till maintaining the low pitch. " Controlled? Hahaha. Trying to fool me " Marcus sarcastically retort back. " He isn't saying anything wrong Marcus .He was surely controlled .Didnt I tell you I would rule over him and you .Just wait some more."the cold voice ended the stance with a laugh, causing Marcus to froze in his thoughts. " Fire.." Marcus tried to call the later one. " Hahahha. Checking for me." The cold voice told with sudden playfulness. " Fire is cursed .The cursed which would destroy you , Marcus .Destroy you."

Alicia burst into another round of tears and Immediately, Samson hugged her in a flash into his embrace because she was crying seriously this time. "Are you going to be ok?" She asked crying even more. Samson kissed on her hair and made her to look at him. 'I promise, I would be fine!" "Ok... but what is a corruption and what damage does it cause?" Alicia still wanted to know. "Ok... the substance in the syring was a [Pytelaphil] and the corruption is created by a wild beast. It's a fiend. Actually this creature is the corruption itself and they must have torn it's skin and taken the fluid to inject on me. The corruption does so many things, it blocks one's memory. I might forget anyone... i

He wasn't saying anything, he was staring at me like I had something on my face. "Uh... Good morning to you too. I am late for lectures and I gotta leave now." I said. "Change it." He ordered. "What?" "Change what you are wearing. You can only wear this for me, your entire body is showing off. I don't like it when other people stare at what's mine." And I completely forgot he is a psychopath. What is wrong with the clothes? Why buy them if you don't want me to wear them? "There is nothing wrong with my clothes. You don't expect me to dress like a grandma. You are just too much!" I protested but stomped off to change my clothes anyway.

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.

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