His To Corrupt Novels & Stories

> One of the strongest spells I ever casted…something that i have never used on human am before… My heresy magic and puppet mastery…combined into [Take Over] The skill I used many times on animals and beasts to turn them into my familiars… Using this spell…as I corrupt Rubella’s sea of consciousness…I’ll be able to look for her avatar at the same time! I initialized the spell and started the corrupting process… The once clear sea in a pink color…started to slowly turn into a dark purple color…as if you dropped a bottle of ink inside clear water…I slowly tainted Rubella’s consciousness… I made sure to not eat away her soul and only corrupt it to not erase her existence away like I did with th

His hatred already consumed him as he was grieving from his shattered life. "I am Lucido." Luci shouted with rage, and fired his power to the Sage. It was already too late, he was already consumed by his own anger. He attacked the Sage and went to a rampage. He was no longer a human. He's already corrupted, a demon in a form of human. Merlin felt sadness as he was already to late to save this pitiful child. He had no other choice but to stop him, even if he needs to kill him. "Agni Spirit of the blazing fire, heed my command. Appear in my front, and destroy my enemy with your hands."

The saying is pretty obvious, what is ordained, cannot be changed. You will die when it's your time to die" I said then shoot him on the head and left the place. " Corruption is a virus, once inside the body it can kill the entire organ, the only vaccine for corruption is DEATH". MERCILESS TBC

Corruption was when a human’s transformation into a werewolf went absolutely wrong; such a human would be killed, or else they would rampage and kill others or end up corrupting them. As for werewolves, there were specific potions that caused corruption—potions that were heavily guarded and secured by the higher council. Damon never liked talking too much about himself or what he really was, but one thing was clear: if all the lycans in the world had an Alpha, it would be Damon. His immense power and strength were like nothing Rayven had ever seen, and he had barely seen all of it. Rayven was about to ask if he was okay, but he instantly clamped his mouth shut when Damon spoke.

It seemed to peer at them as individuals, despite looking through shared eyes. There was a sad look in its gaze, though neither were sure if it was attempting to emote, or if that was its natural state. “The manifestation of corruption is not the same as carrying the potential of corruption,” it said after a moment. “Malignancy is easily cut only when the corruption manifests itself beyond repair. The problem is simply that your species is a breeding ground for corruption. The potential of it is so great, that the only solution is removal. “All of you carry this potential deep inside, as a feature of your natures. It is inextricable from your instruction set.”

“Look at this.” I moved closer. Looked at the wound and saw the dark lines on the skin were spreading faster than last time. “Is that what I think it is?” “Yes, the same thing that happened with Killian that made him crazy for a while." Lila’s voice was grim. “It’s still inside him.” My stomach dropped. “You said the corruption was gone." “Most of it is. But there are traces left. Deep in the wound. Close to vital organs.” “So get it out.”

"These texts hold the key to unlocking the truth. We must study them diligently." Luna, her curiosity piqued, picked up a worn leather-bound book. "Look at this, it speaks of the Black Beast—a creature of immense power that was said to be capable of harnessing the corruption itself. Could this be the source of the darkness we face?" Hyperion nodded, his expression grave. "The Black Beast is a legend rooted in our ancient history. It is said that it possesses the ability to channel and control the corruption, using it as a weapon. If we are to understand and confront the corruption, we must comprehend the true nature of the Black Beast."

But I could not afford to let him back down now - not when the stakes were rising precipitously and the prophecy was coming to a head. "Have you ever heard of the corrupted?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I leaned in closer, my eyes locked with his. "They are... creatures of unnatural origin, born from experiments gone awry. I believe you might have some insight into their nature – and perhaps even a way to... cure them. Or control them perhaps." Zion's eyes widened in horror, his expression haunted as he recoiled from my words. "The corrupted..." he muttered, his voice barely a whisper. "I- I do not think... I can't... I won't..."

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.

"So many times, we tried to prove we could be civilized, that we aren't monsters, but again and again you Thompsons have come and destroyed what we work for, poking us until we break." "I can be a monster." He bared his fangs threateningly, moving close to my neck until I could feel his breath inches away. His voice dropped to a whisper, " Now that I've finally found one Thompson, I can destroy all of you. I could take your body as mine to drain and pick apart to pieces. Or perhaps…" His lips curled into a sly smile, "....mine to fuck until you're nothing more than broken leftovers." He moved away, eyeing my body darkly from my toes to my terrified face.