Taming The Corrupted Chapter 4 Novels & Stories

“Not here.” The black crystal around her hand cracked. A fracture ran through the cage. The chains anchoring it to the crater twitched. Alessia snarled, low and furious, and dragged one last time. The node tore. Corruption poured into her in a rush and she forced it down, through the dual cores, through the trinity mark—not letting it twist, not letting it settle and then she burned it. All three threads flared at once. The corruption howled then died. The cage shattered like glass.

The entity's maw snapped shut in response, the colossal presence pausing its descent as if acknowledging a new master, realms stabilizing momentarily in a tense equilibrium. Levi's roar was guttural, his beta form lunging toward the beast-pup, claws extended to protect or destroy—his paternal instincts warring with the horror before him. "My son!" he cried, his voice breaking, but the pup-beast turned its void eyes on him, recognition flickering in the green depths, a twisted bond pulling at Levi's soul. Shadows lashed out from the pup, wrapping around his arm, voids activating the hive's seed within him, his eyes flickering black as corruption spread. "Levi—fight it!" Amaya gasped from the

The corruption was spreading faster than my Lycan healing could counter it. "He's infected," Dante said urgently. "We need to get him to Seraphina NOW." "HOLD ON!" Mira pushed harder, flying faster than should be possible. I tried. Goddess, I tried to hold on. But the corruption was winning. 'Fight it,' Caelum snarled. 'We don't die like this. Not before we meet our daughter.' 'Trying,' I sent back weakly. The world went dark. ****** AVELINE'S POV I felt it the moment something went wrong.

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I sat there quietly and he was too scared to come in. At last when I was finally able to calm myself down, I went outside to have a look but he was nowhere to be found. I felt like I scared him away so I walked towards the rock where we sat earlier and started enjoying the view. The more I thought about this person the more complicated my feelings grew. I diverted my attention to getting rid of Cameron and the only way out was to learn the death charm. Although I had that power inside me but I knew that it's activation was something really difficult and I had been researching on it all these years when I knew he will return for me.

He said towards me. Oh right, I have almost forgotten my plans towards him. I promise to myself that I will do everything I can do to tamed him. Giving up never cross my head and I will do my best to tame this cold-hearted Alpha even if he keeps on hurting me. “Don't worry, Drake because I wasn't born just to gave up easily. I promise to you that I will do everything I can do to tamed your cold heart.” Drake, released me from his grip after I muttered those words towards him. His eyes are blazing in anger the way he looked at me.

"Not even to me." "Blood calls to blood," I replied, understanding flowing through me. "He carries part of what's in me now. Part of what Mother created." "And what exactly is that?" Silas asked, the question gentle but direct. I turned to face him fully, letting him see what I'd become. The corruption had spread throughout my body now, black veins forming intricate patterns across my skin like living tattoos. My left eye gleamed with silver light, the pupil split like a wolf's. My corrupted hand ended in claws that retracted and extended with my thoughts.

With the amber liquid shimmering in the faint light from the bedside lamp I poured a generous amount into a crystal tumbler. I had to burn this out… this flaw. this annoying nonsensical weakness. I drank the flaming liquid while I walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and stared out at the pitch-black night. The burn came instantly burning a trail down my throat but it didnt do much to calm the restless storm inside of me. My mind which was normally occupied with international markets strategic acquisitions and the complex workings of The Crimson Order was oddly vehemently consumed with Ivy. She had stumbled into my room with a horrified and tearful expression on her face.

The corruption doesn't just affect physical reality—it assaults consciousness itself, trying to convince us that impossible things are normal, that directions are suggestions, that cause and effect are optional. Cain helps by extending his shielding around our group, filtering the worst of the perceptual assault while allowing me to maintain the guidance we need. But even his enhanced abilities strain against corruption this widespread and entrenched. As afternoon shadows lengthen into early evening, we encounter our first overtly hostile manifestation. What initially appears to be a normal deer emerges from the forest ahead—until it turns to face us, revealing too many eyes, legs that bend

Channel it. A wave of crimson energy shot from the Gate, knocking everyone off balance. Soldiers slammed against walls, wolves tumbled to the ground, claws scraping uselessly. Sparks of lightning danced across the chamber like wildfire, arcing close enough to singe the stone. I landed hard on one knee, teeth gritting, but kept my focus. This was no longer just defense, it was survival. The Gate widened, twisting, expanding unnaturally. Red energy lashed outward like a whip, shredding stone, scorching the air. The corrupted creatures pressed forward, relentless, multiplying with every pulse of chaos.