Taming The Corrupted Chapter 4 Novels & Stories

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?

“If only you hadn’t been tainted. I would have taken you as a bride.” He whispered in a mixture of regret and disgust before he sank his teeth back into the wound. I screamed in pain as he drank deeply, my world was coming in and out of focus and I could have sworn I heard both my girls calling for me. “Sera? Emma?” I mumbled before succumbing to the darkness. Authors note: The next update will be soon! I will be releasing the last 17 chapters at once :) Keep up to date on progression on my Facebook page.

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The stench blood filled my nostrils making me run faster. I had to tell them. ♾ You've come to the end of this chapter. Thank you for reading Chapter Forty-One| Eclipse I Fight babies! Love, Coco

Chapter 41** The ground trembled beneath Seraphine’s boots. The Tribunal’s creature towered before them—an amalgamation of shadow and bone, its elongated limbs bending at wrong angles, its head tipped in a soundless snarl. The air rippled around it, thick with the weight of Tribunal magic, and every instinct in her screamed to run.

In an almost automatic response, she hurriedly made her way towards Justin, determined to assist him in his moment of embarrassment. They found solace in the confines of the bathroom, away from prying eyes and judgment. Talia's heart raced as she soaked a paper towel, gently dabbing at the stain on Justin's shirt. Her focus was one-pointed, her attention locked onto her task. But as she grazed her hand along his neck, wiping away the remnants of the spilled drink, her trembling fingers revealed something unexpected—a scar, a scratch mark, etched onto his skin, that she had never seen before.

“Everyone thought we died, but he took her. Kept her in that facility. Experimenting. Trying to corrupt her power.” “And you found her there?” Zane asked softly. I nodded. “They put me in her cell after… after the transformation. I didn't even recognize her at first. She was so…” “Broken,” Victor finished, his usual snark gone. “The corruption damage is extensive. Systematic. Like nothing, I've seen in all my years of healing.” “Can you help her?” I tried to get up again, but three sets of hands pushed me back. “I'm doing everything I can,” Victor said. “But this kind of corruption… it's deep. Without your angel energy holding it back, she'd already be gone.”

I screamed, and my voice carried the weight of every patient she had healed, every wound she had closed, every life she had touched with hands that trembled but never stopped. The crimson claw had not killed her. It had embedded itself in her chest, not as physical wound but as something deeper, something that pulsed with forbidden magic and began to spread tendrils through her barrier magic, corrupting what she was from the inside out. She hit the stone with a sound that was not merely physical, her golden light flickering, dimming, the corruption spreading through her channels like poison through water. I caught her before the stone could complete its claim, my hands finding her shoulders,

“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..

The book trembled on the desk, pages flipping on their own as a voice whispered from its depths,ancient, cold, and hungry: Blood given, blood received. The contract is sealed, the heir has been marked. Korra looked down at her palm, where she'd been cut. The wound was still bleeding, but now the blood ran black instead of red. And where it touched her skin, dark veins were spreading up her arm like corrupted roots. "Kael," she gasped, fear overwhelming her. "What's happening to me?" But before anyone could answer, her vision blurred, and the world tilted sideways.