Pink Corruption Novels & Stories

Carol was becoming interested in finding out whatever it was Avan was planning to do with them, but that was for another day. No one else seemed to care though and she worried as the days passed, because she knew it wouldn't take Emma so long to show. “Phite and cuss,” Hunter blew the white powder over the sieve as he lectured “They are both of different worlds, but when mixed together, then the magic happens.” He smiled, like he was those leaves with some sort of supernatural power. “This was what was used during the war, for quick recovery. However, resources are too scarce and so they are reserved for when necessary.” He clenched his teeth through closed lips to keep from sighing. “Yes, C

But when I washed my hands, the lantern light revealed what the water could not hide. My fingertips. Black. Not bruised. Not dirt. Not even burns. Black—as if ink had seeped into the skin. I scrubbed until the skin went raw, but the stain remained, dark and stubborn. Panic clawed up my throat. I grabbed another rag, another basin of water, scalding this time, and scrubbed harder. Still the black clung, like oil sunk deep into my pores. My breath came sharp, chest heaving. I had seen this before—not on myself, but on others touched by things too foul to name. The memory of the riverbank flashed, bodies scarred not just with bites but with this same mark of corruption.

“The corruption is reaching deeper layers.” They'd refined their methods over endless sessions. Learned exactly how to target each aspect of my hybrid nature. The vampire weaknesses were exploited with corrupted silver. Angel light was broken down with twisted moonlight. Wolf instinct with wolfsbane. Witch powers bound with tainted iron. Demon fire smothered with corrupted holy elements. “Watch this,” Vivian demonstrated a new technique, using her corrupted marks to directly interface with mine. The pain was exponential. “Note the color change,” Azrael pointed to where my silver scars were darkening. “The corruption spreads faster when introduced through similar mark patterns.”

"No." Aldren looked through the glass. "What about his blood?" "We ran another analysis." "And?" The nurse hesitated. "It doesn't make sense." "Explain." "His blood appears normal for several minutes." "And then?" "Then the Crimson markers spike." "How high?" "Too high." Aldren's jaw tightened. "Could it be contamination?" "We thought so." "And?" "We replaced everything." The nurse lowered her voice. "The result was the same." Aldren stared at Elias. "Does he have any physical changes?"

Ivory gasped angrily and she used her remaining strength to launch an attack on Keya but unfortunately Adger used ice element to throw her away and she flew like a piece of rag. ‘Arghh’ Ivory groaned in pain as more blood gushed out of her body. A high grade cell is where the harshest method of torturing usually occurs and it is aimed at giving the person a slow death and a low class brothel is where beggars can even sleep with women for two copper coins, even two copper coins can’t buy an apple. ‘Pathetic’ Adger glanced at her with a look of disdain ‘to think you’re next chosen great witch, and you are defeated like a fly, go die’

Al Akira (The Pink pack): Third person pov: The Pink palace was made up of gold with all the gold furniture, gadgets, and clothing but even the gold had a pink hue in it. People who looked like normal humans had pink shaded skin. The pink faced slaves were carrying huge food trays to the dining area. The smoke coming out of piping hot food was pink. After placing those trays, a handsome man with a broad muscular build arrived in the room wearing only knee length shorts. His body was undoubtedly beautiful. His skin had a pinkish golden glow, the face had perfect features with glowing pink irises.

" exclaimed Damon giving an eye roll . " I can't wear two dresses at a time Damon so there is no fun of buying them both .Tell me red or Black ." asked Cynthia . " You know how much i love red and specially bloody red ." exclaimed Damon smirking . " We are not talking about blood and I am not a snack for you to eat , now seriously tell me red or black ." snapped Cynthia . " Pink ." said Damon giggling . " What ...no way i don't like pink and i told you to chooose between black and red ..pink wasn't even the option Damon ." snapped Cynthia .

"Red is about average... but give her a little Pink and a Red Bull and she is a regular firecracker... she does not get out much. Coding is her first love, and as a lover it is pretty demanding time-wise, I have known her to go 60 hours, snatching naps of an hour or two of sleep along the way, and emerge with a smile. So her pussy is tight, and when she does get a guy who shows her a better time, or hits the right spots, it does not take her long to light up bright. By tomorrow she will probably not remember his name." "You have not given her... I mean... the Pink..." "Well, yeah, that was part of the deal. Normally she is death on drugs, one of her hobbies is fracking up drug deals negotiat

"No. No, no, no. It’s just a book. I’m just tired. Characters don't... they don't look at the thumbprints." She grabbed a paper towel from her desk and reached down to wipe us up. "Stay back!" I tried to yell, but I didn't have a mouth. I was just a vibration in the ink. The paper towel touched the edge of my "Body." It didn't wipe me away. Instead, the white paper towel began to turn violet. The "Origin" power wasn't a simulation. It was **Corruption**. The violet color raced up the paper towel, touching the girl's fingers. She shrieked as her own skin began to glow with a faint, purple light.

“Yes. From food dyes and medical conditions like benign Hypercalcemia. Green is when you have Pseudomonas.” I hissed, “Offt!” “That must be painful.” Frost laughed. “Just be thankful you haven’t had Pseudomonas or worse HIV, Frost,” Darick commented. “When was the last time you had sex, Darick?” Iris stiffened beside me. I wrapped my arm around her and squeezed her. “Relax. They’re just messing with us.” “I told you I’m good with my hand, man. Besides, I am not the one who was recently turned down by a woman.”