Taming The Corrupted Novel Novels & Stories

“I’m here for you, Vera. Believe it or not.” Her lips parted, her breath hitching, but she stepped back, her necklace pulsing. “Show me, then,” she said, voice firm, though her eyes lingered on mine, sparking heat. “No games.” I nodded, pulling a leather-bound tome from the shelf, dust puffing into the air. My fingers brushed hers as I handed it over, the touch sending a jolt through me. Her eyes widened, but she snatched the book, flipping it open. “Moonstone records,” I said, leaning over her shoulder, my voice low, intimate. “They talk about corruption. Alphas who weren’t attuned to a moonstone lose control, and go mad.”

Each wolf required a different dose, and the process was exhausting, but it worked. By the time we finished, I was weak but triumphant. The pack was clean, the corruption purged. But I’d seen things in those healing sessions. Fragments of what Marcus had done to create the corrupted wolves. He’d used old magic, the kind that required sacrifice. Blood and bone and something darker. Each corrupted wolf had been a living spell, designed to spread Marcus’s corruption like a disease. “He’s trying to recreate what I am,” I told Kael and Damon that night as we gathered in the war room. “He can’t access the old bloodlines directly, so he’s using dark magic to mimic their power.”

“Alpha, it’s us. We barely made it out.” Sophie put her hand in my arm and I could tell with the way her grip was, that it was urgent. “Something’s off,” she whispered. “I can feel it. The corruption, it’s inside them.” Before I could react, Riley’s eyes turned completely black. He dropped forward so fast with claws extended toward Lucas’s location. “Corrupted!” Marcus shouted. Chaos all over again. I shifted and met Rile, tearing into him before he could get close. Sophie unleashed golden bursts to burn away the corruption in the others. But more corrupted wolves emerged from the trees behind them.

“Yes. But it wasn’t that much different from the original curse which isn’t just a curse of the body but also of the mind. It is why everyone went mad. And it was still running through your veins. When I did… what I did… the power accelerated the rate of corrosion in your mind and you lost it completely.” Her voice is grave. “What you experienced is called Corrupted Channeling. The longer you drew from it, the more your sanity was stripped away. It’s like drinking poison to stay alive.” I turn to Dominicus. His jaw is tight. His eyes are shadowed. Eleanor’s voice softens, more gentle now. “No one else could have survived it. Any other wolf would have burned out. Exploded. Or gone mad within

"Find help. Find anyone. Go." July hesitated one more second, then scrambled toward the small window. One of the corrupted wolves broke from circling to intercept her. Rowan's hand shot out, another spell catching the creature and slamming it into the wall. It hit hard enough to crack concrete but was already getting back up, snarling. "Persistent little things, aren't they?" Asher watched with clinical interest. "The corruption rewrites their entire biology. Pain doesn't stop them. Fear doesn't stop them. Only complete destruction works, and even that takes effort."

Lena knelt nearby, shaking from the pressure of the connection but refusing to leave. Even Tomas remained standing inside the light. That disturbed me more than anything else. The corruption covering his body continued burning away slowly beneath the echo’s energy. Black veins faded piece by piece from his skin while he screamed through clenched teeth. That should not have been possible. The corruption was supposed to consume completely once it rooted itself deeply enough. But the echo was purging it. Rewriting it. I clenched my jaw hard enough to hurt. “Elara,” I said coldly across the clearing, “what did you hide from me?”

Julia shook her head. Shadow just scoffed silently. She understood it perfectly. In other words, Julia could only read it blankly without registering it in her mind. It wasn’t weird, though. These were relics that were filled with corrupted mana. Only corrupted people could read it. “I’m not sure. This is a bit complicated. The author’s name of ‘How To Write A Story’, is total bullshit, however.” Julia’s words became rougher as she spoke. She clenched her jaw, lamenting and collecting herself, and breathed out.

It camouflaged me perfectly. ​Alaric was ten paces ahead, moving like a shadow. We hadn't spoken in an hour. We were tracking something. ​Earlier that day, scouts had reported a disturbance near the frozen lake—a "Corrupted." ​"What is a Corrupted?" I had asked. ​"Sometimes, a rogue wolf eats the flesh of a vampire," Alaric had explained as we sharpened our weapons. "It’s forbidden for a reason. The vampire blood twists the wolf. It drives them mad. They rot from the inside out, but they become impossible to kill."

He fucked me through it, drawing it out, then flipped me onto my back. The new position put direct pressure on the fresh tattoo against the leather, making me hiss in pain. He spread my legs wide, hooked one over his shoulder, and drove back in deep. “Look at me,” he ordered, hand wrapping around my throat. His eyes were dark, possessive, full of years of resentment and newfound hunger. “Watch your stepbrother fuck the innocence out of you.” He set a harder pace now, but still controlled… methodical in his corruption. Deep strokes that hit every sensitive spot. Dirty praise and degradation mixed together as he rubbed my clit again.

He leaves my mouth and attack my neck, biting and sucking on my soft spot. Soft moans escapes my throat. His other hand goes to my lower body and his fingers find way into my tight.... wet.... hot pussy. The adrenaline was too strong for me to comprehend what exactly is going on... All I want is for him to keep touching me. Slowly, my eyes becomes heavier and heavier.... then darkness swallowed me. To be continued....