Oblivion Imperial Corruption นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It gives a physical description of the man, but other than that, there isn’t much on the page. “So, who is he?” I ask, causing Doc to sit at the table with a sigh. “Corbin Black is Duncan Ambrose’s number one henchman. He does most of the crime boss’ dirty work. We pulled him in a few different times to try and flip him, but it didn’t work. He’s Duncan’s puppy, loyal to the core. As sick as it sounds, I think he enjoys what he does,” Doc adds. “And, what exactly does he do?” I ask, not wanting to overestimate the man.

she cackles. "I am an imperial wolf," I scream at the former Luna. "No, you are a mistake! Imperial hybrids are to be bred with other imperial hybrids. You are filth, and that baby is too. The only thing going for that baby is the fact it came from a bloodline of vampire hybrids that can transform into a vampire at will. Don't you get it, Luna? Your baby is a threat and a weapon to the imperials. They will not rest until she is dead, or they will use her to destroy everything they fear, even you and your Alpha, " she cackles.

And then they saw. The threads of corruption, black and tangled, pulsing with stolen magic. They stretched from Cain's tower like diseased roots, sinking into every part of the pack. The guards on the walls, their bonds were black, puppeted by Cain's will. The elders in their cabins their threads were grey, drained, exhausted. The warriors rushing toward us their loyalty wasn't theirs. It was stolen. Twisted. Used. And at the center, feeding on it all, the Omegas.

He knew it was inevitable. None of it surprised him. Not in this company, and not in his messed-up family. If there was corruption buried deep in the heart of this empire, it wouldn’t take a genius to know where the rot had begun. Irina and Andre. Any of them could have been the hand stirring this mess behind closed doors.

"If the corruption reaches the hidden chamber..." "Eleanor's life work dies with it," Damien finished, his expression grim. "Along with sixty years of preserved humanity. Evangeline knows exactly what she's attacking. This isn't random destruction. It's surgical strike designed to destroy the very foundation of my redemption." Through the Genesis Bloom's flickering consciousness, Iris could sense the blight's inexorable advance toward the chamber beneath their feet. The supernatural poison moved with predatory intelligence, seeking out the strongest connections in the garden's network and corrupting them first. It was only a matter of time before it reached Eleanor's most precious creation.

No matter how angry I am with him now, I can never deny this attraction and desire I feel at just the very sight of him. How I wish he hadn't chosen this field, this deadly occupation. He is still a few steps away from me, yet I feel cornered. "I don't want this. You have no right to me!" His hands hold mine firmly over my head, soft lips grazing my cheek, making me breathless, and it leaves me bothered. He is dangerous. Corrupted. I don't feel safe around him, but I weirdly feel at home. Lord, what's wrong with me?

To be disconnected would mean letting people die. And Davin’s rot came to them first. I felt it happen. Felt those Lunas' consciousness shift. Felt the revolutionary fire fade. Replaced by something calm. Docile. Seven Lunas got infected before they could log off. Seven minds altered. Seven wolves without the will to fight. The corruption continued spreading. I needed to cut it off at the source. I ran faster. Stretched my immortal body to limits I don’t yet comprehend. I exploded into the clearing where Draven confronted Davin. Silver light announced me.

“The relics were part of their essence. Destroying them would mean destroying themselves.” Ryan leaned forward. “So, what happened to them?” “They vanished,” Evelyn said. “Some believe they ascended to a higher plane. Others think they were betrayed by one of their own.” “Betrayed?” Logan echoed. Evelyn nodded. “One of the Immortals grew envious of humanity and sought to control the game for himself. He twisted its purpose, turning it into a trap for his enemies. That corruption is what made the game so dangerous.” --- The Warning

Ownership disguised as devotion and need twisted into obsession. That’s why it kept repeating the same choice over and over: Save him or save the world. Possess or lose. Destroy or grieve. It genuinely couldn’t imagine another answer. The Original snarled through Darius’s mouth. “You know nothing.” I stepped forward calmly. “No,” I said softly. “You know nothing.” Its red eyes widened slightly. The darkness around him flickered violently. Darius dropped to one knee again with a choked gasp. The corruption was destabilizing.

"I bring truth, Chief Aldwin. War against corruption, if you don't join our war." "Speak." Chief Mordane of Grimhold leaned forward, his battle-scarred face showing professional interest. "The corruption that tainted Prince Kael did not observe territorial borders," Marcus answered, his military background giving frank honesty to threats that did not observe political borders. "It traveled by water, by trade, by contact with tainted persons. Your seclusion guarded you this time, but next time your fortune may not hold." Stormwatch's Chief Ragnar wriggled in his chair, the stone chair creaking beneath his massive frame. "And why do you think there will be a next time?"