His To Corrupt Novels & Stories

"Arguing won't solve anything. We need answers, and clearly, we're not going to find them here." I took a shaky breath, my eyes darting to the rogue's body. Its twisted form was a stark reminder of how close I had come to death. "What did you mean by 'corrupted'?" I asked, my voice steadier now. Lucian glanced at me, his expression softening slightly. "Rogues are dangerous on their own, but when they're corrupted, it means they've been touched by something darker—something unnatural. It twists them, makes them stronger, faster, and far more lethal."

The crowd exchanges uneasy glances. "Hope." I spit the name like venom. "One of us, a human, defends them. Helps them. Loves them. Even though she knows exactly what they are. She's seen it with her own eyes." I stop and face the crowd, my eyes gleaming. "Don't you see? This is their new weapon. Corruption. They seduce, manipulate, deceive - until there's no difference between human and beast. They'll turn us into them. One by one. Until we're all gone." A few of the older hunters shift uncomfortably. Others nod with grim resolve.

"Do it," Austin said immediately. For the next hour, Hope moved through the building with Growth and Renewal, mapping corruption. They found it everywhere—in the foundation stones, in support pillars, even in some of the decorative carvings. "There's so much," Hope reported back. "Dozens of corruption points, all connected in a web. If someone activates the central node, the whole thing will trigger at once." "Can you transform it all?" Rosemary asked. "Not in six hours," Hope admitted. "There's too much. It would take days, maybe weeks."

To see those blue eyes that had been haunting me for days. "You're so innocent," I said, my thumb tracing her cheekbone. "So pure. I don't want to ruin that. I don't want to taint you with what I am." "I want this," she said fiercely. "I want you. Ruin me. Taint my innocence. I don't care. I just want to be yours." Every part of me that had been holding back, every wall I'd built, every reason I'd told myself this was wrong—it all crumbled.

He vanished before she could respond, leaving her standing alone in the darkness, her heart pounding with fear. At the eastern villages, Korra could feel the wards dying. They pulsed weakly, and beneath their fading light, she sensed something darker, hungry, and corrupt twisting through the magic she had created. "Someone's poisoning them," she breathed. "Turning my healing magic into something diseased." Kael gripped her shoulder. "Can you fix it?" "I don't know." Korra opened her mother's journal with shaking hands, flipping through pages frantically. "There has to be something here about corruption, about cleansing…"

“We have bigger problems. Two more packs have withdrawn their support. They’re saying the corruption proves we can’t maintain control, that the pack is cursed.” “It is cursed,” I said bitterly. “By Marcus’s ambition and whatever dark power he’s made a deal with.” “Then we need to break the curse,” Kael said. “Before it spreads beyond our borders.” I looked down at my hand, watching it heal impossibly fast. The corruption had tried to take root in me, I’d felt it. But my blood had rejected it, burned it away like my body was its own furnace of purification. “I can heal them,” I said. “All of them. But it will take time, and my blood.”

Something old. “Kael,” she said quietly. “What happens if I lose control? If the tether… wins?” He met her gaze. “Then you cease to be a reaper. You become the thing we hunt.” The words were blunt, merciless. But she didn’t look away. “Would you kill me?” His silence was answer enough. She let out a slow breath. “At least you’re honest about it.” Kael’s expression didn’t change, but his voice softened by a fraction. “You need to understand what’s at stake. The corruption doesn’t just twist souls — it feeds on them, burrows through memory and will until nothing human remains. Once it takes hold, there’s no returning.”

Althea recoiled sharply. Varis noticed instantly. “You hear it too.” It was not a question. Althea looked at him in horror. “What is happening to him?” Varis hesitated. Too long. Dorian answered instead. “The corruption adapted to the counterpart bond.” The High Arbiter stepped forward slowly now, suppression weapon still glowing in his hand. “If the corruption reaches synchronization—” “It won’t,” Althea snapped immediately. Dorian’s gaze remained cold. “You don’t know that.”

“That will change.” “Perhaps.” The whisper interrupts again. “Deletion attempt begins.” Nova’s light pulses violently. Her breath catches. “I can feel it.” Kieran’s hand grips hers immediately. “Hold on.” She lets out a shaky breath. “It feels like something is pulling me apart.” The system speaks again. “Emotional corruption removal in progress.” My thoughts sharpen instantly. Corruption. That word again. “You misunderstand something,” I say quietly. The whisper answers. “Clarify.” Nova’s light flickers harder now.

“But mate-bond magic…” Her gaze sharpened. “…is recognized as part of the host.” Silence crashed through the chamber. Hope hit me so suddenly it hurt. Dad looked stunned. Johanis looked ready to collapse from exhaustion. And the corruption— The corruption screeched inside my skull. ‘--noWRONGnoWRONGnononono–’ It sounded afraid because it knows it is dying inside of me..