Novel & Cerita Taming The Corrupted Novel

Since it fell right beside Megara's foot, she grabbed it and decided to get up and give it back to the old lady but when she brought that thing near her face her pupils enlarged. "What a beautiful stone," Nelson said while staring at the stone and Megara gulped. Eyeing and rubbing the stone keenly. It wasn't a normal stone. It was an evil stone. It was the black stone that was missing but this stone wasn't black. Neither it was green...this stone was red and without a doubt, it was the evil stone. How did this thing get here? What is this doing with that old lady? She didn't try to ponder on it much....because everything was already messed up. All of a sudden she stood up straight and harshl

"Lauren… is it true?" My father’s head hung low. He said nothing, but his shoulders trembled with fury. "Lauren," Nora piped up sweetly from the side, her words soaked in poison. "You’ve gone too far. Sleeping with so many men… What if you infected Michael with something dirty?" My nails dug into my palms, sharp crescents cutting flesh. I opened my mouth, ready to strike back— However, Michael cut me off, his eyes clouded with something dark. "Lauren… I never thought you could be this filthy."

Gawain, Chad, and I still remain in hybrid form, however. Despite the security of the place, I can't calm down, and therefore neither can they. I continue to lick my soulmate's wounds in front of them while Nora tries to help me with her medical training, taking her pulse while checking her other vitals. My heart at the edge of my lips, I watch Lyra's bones heal under my licks, then her skin closes and becomes smooth again. His eyes, however, are still rolled back when I attack his leg. Only the fact that Nora tells me that her life is not in danger allows me not to fall back into impregnation while the smell of my mother all over her is driving me crazy.

Very few these days understood the ways of undoing corruption from tainted claws. To the supernatural world, tainted claws were just not done. It was the magical version of biological warfare. Only evil would use this. An evil that had lost all value in life and others. It would work into the wounds and fester. A death from corruption was horrific. A slow rot from the wound boring deep into the body. Painfully slowly and it ate at the person’s mind feeding its false sights and sounds no one else could hear. When the one afflicted was conscious they would scream and thrash. Eventually, tearing at their wounds making them worse or just trying to end the torture by ending their life.

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.”

I felt upset that he couldn’t let go of his grudge. He leaned over to my level with disgust, digging his fingers more into my skin. His eyes flashed fire as he glared at me. “No, you’re mistaken. It was never his. He confiscated it from my father, William Barlowe, and transferred everything to his name overnight. That’s how B. B. Properties became the Bardot Group. Your father’s a criminal. He deserves to die.” He shoved me backwards with disgust, releasing me.

“Stop asking me if people are okay. Nobody’s okay. We’re all just various degrees of broken.” She went back inside, leaving them in the hallway. Vera sat down heavily on a bench. “The purging was horrible. He screamed for days. Bled from everywhere. I thought he’d die a dozen times.” “But he didn’t,” Alina said. “No. He’s too stubborn.” Vera looked at her hands. “Near the end, something changed. The corruption started fighting back, trying to stay. Kael had to burn it out. Literally. Set his own blood on fire from the inside.”

The wolf inside the cell let out a raw, human cry as the corruption tore itself free of his body, like smoke ripping from a flame. For one terrible second, the darkness gathered, coalescing against the stone like a living thing trying to re-enter its host. Elena screamed in command. “Leave him!” The words cracked like thunder through the chamber. The corruption shattered. It wasn't destroyed, but it had been driven out. It slammed into the wards and dispersed into black mist that burned against ancient magic before dissolving entirely. Silence followed. The wolf lay on the stone floor inside the cell, breathing hard, skin clear, veins no longer threaded with shadow. Gail stared in disbelief.

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?

But instead of the resistance he'd felt before, there was something else—a pulling sensation, as if the creature was actively trying to absorb his energy. "YES! FEED US! YOUR LIGHT IS DELICIOUS—" Jack reversed the flow like he had with Sentinel-3. But this time, the corruption was fresh, unstable, fighting his purification with everything it had. The creature screamed. Jack screamed. Golden light exploded outward, shattering every window within a block. When the light faded, Jack was on his knees, and the Vanguard... The Vanguard was standing. Unchanged. Still corrupted. "THAT HURT," it broadcast. "BUT NOT ENOUGH."