Taming The Corrupted Novel Novels & Stories

“I wanted to know that my sister wasn’t gutted like a fish for no reason. I wanted to know that something good could come out of her death. But that is no longer an option.” “You really think a corrupted soul cannot be saved?” He asked, and I shrugged as I placed my cup down on the kitchen island. “Maybe I used the wrong word earlier. Corruption can be fixed. That sweet baby wasn’t corrupted. She was tainted. There is a reason Necromancy is considered dark magic, Uncle. Because once the soul leaves the body, it too starts to decay until it reaches the point where it can leave this realm and survive in the next.” I had read about it before when I was supposed to be playing Luna for Ryan, but

Rowan’s giant, glowing eye looked through the hole, staring directly at the Author. "**DON'T... LISTEN... TO HIM...**" the Dragon’s voice rumbled, shaking the very air. The Author didn't look afraid. He just picked up an **Eraser**. "He’s becoming 'Corrupted,' Alice," the Author said, moving the eraser toward the drawing of Rowan. "If I don't 'Clean' him now, he’ll destroy everything. Including you." ---

TITLE Tainted Memories AUTHOR Honesty577 . This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. . COPYRIGHT All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the author except for use of quotations in a book review. If you want this book to be placed on your platform please see contact information on the author page. . DEDICATION This book is dedicated to my many loyal readers, my creator and my ancestors.

There were no weeds, no fallen branches, and no animal tracks; it was too perfect, making the skin on the back of Liora’s neck prickle. "It's quiet," Finn whispered. "No birds. No bugs. Nothing." "It's not just quiet," Elara said, her healer's senses on high alert. "It's sterile. There's no life here at all." The Remnant stopped, his grey robes a stark contrast to the garish green. "The corruption is evolving, it is no longer merely erasing. It is… editing. Rewriting. This is not a forgotten memory, this is a fabricated one." Ahead, nestled in a picture-perfect valley at the foot of the mountains, was a village. Its cottages were charming, with neatly thatched roofs and brightly painted shut

“Then we stop using it. Go back to the old ways—steel, claw, and instinct.” “That might protect us,” Mia says, “but it won’t stop him. He doesn’t need to fight us to win. He just needs to rot the land until there’s nothing left worth protecting.” They fall silent. Only the river speaks, carrying their reflections downstream. Finally, Nella says, “Then we find what anchors the corruption. Cut it off at the root.” Mia turns to her. “Exactly.”

Dawn looked at Ashley who gave her a slow nod and Dawn sighed before she grabbed Amber’s hand and said, my magic was corrupted, Amber. Amber’s eyes widened and so did Ashley’s, corruption is a very bad thing and the worse thing that can happen to anyone. Corruption is when black magic or the dark energy enters the body of a supernatural and corrupts their pure spiritual energy. Someone as strong as Ashely can deal with it and so can Dawn, but the problem is that Dawn’s magic was corrupted before she reached her full potential. The fact that she was alive all this time is proof of how strong she is.

I go to the table. The page is dense, old handwriting in two languages, English and something older that I recognize as a Creole variant from my archive research. The English portion is a full clinical description of a working called The Lover's Ruin, which I have read about in Beatrice Ashworth's journals but which has never been as specific as what is written here. I read. The curse activates upon inheritance of the Sterling fortune. This I knew. The compulsion layer drives the heir to sabotage genuine love through pride, cruelty, and self-destruction. This I knew.

That split second left me feeling as if I had been skinned, and I almost lost consciousness from the agony. It was worth rejoicing that the agony did not last that long, and I was soon calmed down by Dicken’s soft lips. They were no different from painkillers that swiftly relieved me from any suffering. Still, feeling as if my soul left my body, I buried my head over Dicken’s shoulder as I asked, “What was that, Dicken?” “Corrupted Yiki—in other words, a corrupted sapling. It had its eyes on you, Linda. The corrupted are always an extreme threat because they could show up at any time or space, and come in a million different forms after mutating.”

Placed my hands on his massive head. Felt the corruption writhing under the surface, trying to protect itself. Channeled purity. Moonbane flowing into corrupted flesh. Silver light spreads like veins through dark muscle. The dark magic resisted. Fought back. Tried to maintain its hold. But Silvermane's blood was persistent. Determined. I'd been purifying poisons since childhood. This was just... bigger. But the principle was the same. Find the contamination. Isolate it. Burn it away. The Tear added power.

Seraphine shouted sharply. The warning hit instantly. Because everyone understood what that meant. Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “It spreads through contact?” Varis answered grimly. “If the corruption fully stabilizes—yes.” Kael blinked slowly. “…Fantastic. We’ve officially upgraded to supernatural infection.” Tavian lunged at Ronan again with unnatural speed. Ronan blocked the strike— but Tavian twisted mid-motion and drove corrupted claws across Ronan’s side. Blood sprayed across the courtyard. Nightfall wolves growled violently.