His To Corrupt Novels & Stories

I sensed the scorn beneath his voice. ​ I groaned. He's playing with me! ​ “Those people are the ones who owe me a lot. In the sense of money, foul play, messing up with my business, a traitor…everyone's my enemy.” ​ My eyebrows cocked. “And the solution you have in your mind is to bring me, to put their life on my hands, to send me to prison. That's exactly what you want?” ​ Salvatore stared at me for a couple of seconds until a small smile crept onto his lips. How can he even smile after all of this?

By sympathy. "You were alone," the corruption had whispered. "You were hurting." The void had listened. Because nobody else did. The memory shattered. I gasped sharply. The truth hit brutally. The corruption didn't infect through hatred. It infected through pain. Through loneliness. Through desperation. It offered understanding first. Then slowly twisted it. The corruption sensed my realization immediately. "Exactly." Its voice sounded pleased. The creator spoke coldly. "It survives by corrupting emotional bonds." The thing laughed softly.

Corruption spread across the floor. Stone turned black wherever it touched. Plants withered instantly. The very air seemed to decay. Maeve's face turned pale. "Everyone stay back!" The elderly witch immediately recognized the danger. "Don't touch the corruption!" The warning came just in time. One warrior accidentally stepped into a black patch. He screamed. Dark veins instantly spread across his leg. The corruption was alive. Hungry. And spreading. --- The monster roared again. Its body doubled in size. Additional limbs erupted from its back.

The Chamber darkened further. The stars flickered. The creature spread its wings of living shadow. "It always returns." Silence. The Heart looked concerned. Not afraid. Concerned. The corruption wasn't attacking them. It was doing something more dangerous. Trying to convince them. Trying to make them surrender. Trying to make them believe healing was impossible. The creature turned toward the Heart. "You know I am right." The child remained silent. The corruption laughed. "Pain is eternal." The Chamber trembled. "Loss is eternal."

He growled. He hissed, pushing her away, leaving her all alone in her misery before saying, “Nothing in this world could stop me from becoming Corrupted.”

He had done shit that no man would ever live through, humiliated Sandra before the pack, and yet even with all that he still had the audacity to show his face here, wow. "Now listen here, you entitled little shit. I don't care whether she is madly in love with you or you think you love her. You'll let my sister go and get out of here, before I blow you to bits. “And before you think of arguing that you’re a different species, keep in mind that I’ve been spending years and years studying your race and I got enough to know what hunters use and trust me I can use it on you right now, now leave. “Your people are hurt too. Head to them, and pose for the cameras like you do, you might just get a g

answered Lucius 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 le

Harper. “I hope… it's not because of money, sir, he's a rich man…and I…” “No…no… I'm not a money-hungry person. If it's wrong… it has to be wrong, if it's right it has to be right, not because of money... so the law can be turned from wrong to right… it's enough for us to be corrupt.. we'll fix the law from now on. If we don't fix it... the next generation will be damned."

“The corruption spreads faster when introduced through similar mark patterns.” New devices activated around the chamber. Each one designed to extract and analyze different aspects of my power. The sensation was like being dissected while still conscious — every supernatural ability pulled apart for study. “Hybrid regeneration is finally failing,” a researcher noted as wounds stopped healing. “Corruption levels reaching critical mass.” They'd learned to block each aspect of my healing separately. Vampire regeneration suppressed with tainted blood magic. Wolf recovery blocked by corrupted pack energy. Witch healing bound by twisted spells. Demon and Angel restoration cancelled by corrupted div

We're where we need to be to fix this shitstorm you've created. I didn't— Save it, princess. We don't have time for your guilt complex. Your sister's trying to kill your mate, and I'm not about to let some knockoff version of you with daddy issues ruin everything we've built. The darkness shifted, taking on texture. Not quite vision, but something like it. Patterns emerged—complex latticeworks of light and shadow, intertwining, separating, reforming. The corruption's true nature, revealed at last. What is this? I asked, fascinated despite the urgency.