His To Corrupt Novels & Stories

His mask gleams like sharpened bone. “This testimony is… compelling,” he says, voice distorted and hollow like it’s echoing from a grave. “But it does not absolve you, Ivonne. The silver eyes. The second attack is still unexplained. And I can see through you.” His gaze—if he even has eyes—burns into me. “There is a festering corruption in you.” My throat goes dry. “I—I don’t—” “Corruption must be excised,” he growls. Marcellus smirks like a snake sensing blood.

I dig my feet into the ground to stop moving forward. “What is happening to her?” Vilkas asks, not taking his eyes from me as my vision blurs with more tears. My knees buckle and I drop. Screaming as I clutch my head. “The corruption is in her.” Someone says and my snaps up and look at the one who spoke Barko. It was him. He let the dark fae in. He let Xerxes corrupt the spring of eternal life. But how? Xerxes is dead. “The corruption is part of me. That part can never die.” He hisses at me and I growl at him.

Her aura of wisdom hovered over the ashes and bones. “Elara is right,” Ulrike said, without looking up. Her voice was the echo of pure reason. “This is the horrendous work of the Pureblood Sect. The Rune of Corruption they have used not only drains life; it uses the essence of life to anchor dark magic. It is a form of desecration, not just warfare.” Kaelen approached, his Alpha fury burning. “Tell me how to track them down, Ulrike. Give me the direction, and we will exterminate them,” the Alpha said angrily.

A massive wolf stepped into the clearing, black fur matted, its eyes wild with something inhuman. A corrupted creature. The rogue. It stood still, watching me, as if amused by the look on my face. Its scent hit me like a wall. Rotting magic, ancient decay. It was death incarnate.

"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

"Thank you. We won't forget this." "We'll hold you to that alliance," Marcus added. Anders nodded. "Good. Then let's move." As Anders's pack began guiding us toward shelter, the baby suddenly went rigid in my arms again, her eyes glowing so brightly that everyone nearby had to look away. When she spoke, her voice carried across the entire clearing with terrible urgency: "The corruption is not spreading outward. It's being directed. Someone is controlling it. Someone who knows exactly where we are." Everyone turned to look back the way we came—and saw a familiar figure emerging from the corrupted forest: Korran, somehow alive, somehow still standing despite injuries that should have killed hi

But why? With deliberate slowness, he slipped the finger out of her mouth. When she jumped down from the table, her breàsts and ass did a deadly bounce, again. Tobias didn't look at them. This shit is bit by bit. No devil in his right mind eats his offerings at once. This one is only a warm-up. He's gonna enjoy this torment. He'll enjoy the corruption and defilement. "Go to the shelter donation room," he directed. "Find yourself something."

My mood turned sour. After everything, she had the audacity to call me back? Without much thought, I turned off my phone, just when I was feeling relieved, she came to ruin it. Just like she ruined my past marriage. Dorian walked in holding a small bag, which I assumed would be my drugs. Without waiting for him, I got down from the bed, arranging my clothes, walking right past him to the car Seeing me walk past him, he quickly followed after “Noelle? What’s wrong”

He held it to me as if to offer me more, and I shook my head. “It’ll be okay.” He said, “It’s been long enough since you took the meds.” I shook my head again. I doubted I would even be able to finish this glass. Robust, my ass. This shit was hard. “The Corrupt are typically in positions of power.” He said as he sat the goblet down. I sat and mulled over what he said. “But not always. Some lie low, infiltrating like termites.” “So, like government?” I asked.

The fact that she was alive all this time is proof of how strong she is. Corruption can make anyone go mad when a person becomes corrupt. He starts to lose his mind, and hallucinations, nightmares, and insomnia become common and a person loses control over their power as well and can attack anyone. Dawn spoke as she looked so broken and fragile, “fucking bastards! Stefan and his father that bastard uncle of mine, with the help of the council they were able to corrupt me. And declared me as a threat to the coven, so they locked me here, they thought that I would die but I am also a tough nut to crack. I am not going to die that easily.