The Corrupted Blood Incident Novels & Stories

The bone cracked beneath the impact. But it didn’t fall. It spasmed. Twitched. Turned. Its eyes were mine. Not metaphorically. They were exactly like mine. Same color. Same ring of faint gold. Corwin didn’t just steal corpses. He stole blood. My blood. I dispatched it cleanly—spine severed at the base of the neck. No flourish. No rage. Rage wastes energy. And I had a feeling I’d need all of it soon. The hallway sloped downward.

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."

With a casual movement, Colin lowered his hand and turned the hands of his wristwatch back three notches. The violent strain caused by spatial transportation left a trace of dark-red blood at the corner of his mouth, but he merely wiped it away indifferently. “Mr. Rodriguez, something has happened at the old estate.” Morris stared at the encrypted terminal in his hand, which continuously displayed strings of corrupted code. His expression was extremely grim. “The elders have activated the emergency clause of the Bloodline Oath.” The massive upheaval caused by the viral video had finally torn open a fatal crack within the Rodriguez werewolf clan itself.

“The truth lies in the blood. This must be about those creatures - the beasts.” Damien leaned closer, pointing to another passage. “Look here: ‘A corrupted lineage creates monsters, but only the untainted can undo the curse.’” Nicola’s heart sank as the weight of the words hit her. “My father’s work wasn’t just about protecting the lineage - it was about stopping whoever’s corrupting it. That’s why the rogue was transforming - someone’s tampering with the bloodline.” “And they’re targeting you because you’re part of the untainted bloodline,” Dylan said grimly.

“I passed out—I woke up to blood everywhere—I don’t know what happened!” Elara looked up at me, eyes blazing. “I told you before! this happened because you’ve been corrupted,” she spat. “By Hector. By his darkness. I warned you!” The air suddenly shifted and a Powerful Aura flooded the hallway then Hector, Leo, and Sevrin rushed in at the same time—and stopped dead. Hector’s eyes locked on me. On my hands. On the blood and he paled “Ivonne,” he said, his voice tight. “What happened?”

But I stepped forward anyway. Because I couldn’t ignore that. I wouldn’t. “Hold positions!” Marcus snapped, trying to contain the line. But the moment I moved Everything broke. The corrupted mates surged forward. Fast. Too fast. Faster than before. And this time… they weren’t testing. They were attacking to kill. Chaos exploded. Energy clashed violently, golden light colliding with twisted shadow. Wolves lunged, intercepting attacks, forming defensive lines but the corrupted mates didn’t fight like normal wolves.

He glanced toward the Blood Moon hidden behind thick clouds. “Every time your bond evolves…” He paused. “…more of the King’s and Queen’s memories will awaken.” Lucian crossed his arms. “And if we don’t want them?” Malakai almost smiled. “I don’t think you’ll have much choice.” Before Lucian could answer, a sharp cry echoed across the battlefield. Victor. Everyone turned. The corrupted heir had collapsed to one knee again. Dark crimson energy rippled violently around him. Unlike before, he wasn’t smiling.

The attackers had retreated, but they had left a message. On the front door, pinned with a knife, was a black rose. And a note: "This is just the beginning. Next time, we won't fail." Elena clenched her fist. They want us to be afraid. They're succeeding, Carla said quietly. No. Elena shook her head. We can't let them. The emergency meeting Two hours later, everyone was in the library. Vittorio, bandaged, pale, but resolute. Marco, his arm in a sling; now both Dante's and Marco's arms were out of commission. The rest, bruised, exhausted, but alive.

he continued. "You don't have any form of weapon," I noted. "There's no possibility you could have lived such a long time in a rotten-infested structure without at least one, and yet here you are, completely intact. All of the bloodsheds in the hallways didn't originate from rotten assaults, or else there'd still be rottens here, but they just aren’t. The blood in those corridors came from regular individuals dying, but ordinarily does not equal paranormal and supernatural."

"So I did something stupid. I destroyed his bike, got back with my ex, and said some things I shouldn't have. But it worked. Griffin hates me. He's safe. He's fine. Sure, I could have done something else. I could have talked to him about what I'm doing. I could have spoken to Vanessa. But I got myself into this, I have no intention to drag innocent people into. No matter what the alpha says, Griffin is one of the good ones. He deserves a chance at survival. If I'm correct, they'll be taking another kid today. The gym teacher is more involved now. He can suck a glass dick. His life, I will tear to shreds and laugh about it. So let's go over a few things that I've gathered. Some of the adults