The Corrupted Blood Incident Novels & Stories

The portcullis crashes down, its iron teeth sinking deep into frozen ground, sealing off pursuit with the weight of metal, magic and absolute determination. The snow around me is red where my Wolfguard have been, but it is not their blood staining the white. It's the blood of the allies my children brought with them rebels and witches and probably a few unfortunate guards who chose the wrong side at the wrong moment. The metallic scent of it mingles with the cold air, creating a perfume of violence and loss that makes the curse purr with satisfaction.

I heard a crackling sound of broken glass, then my nose wrinkled as I smelled the delicious scent of blood dripping on the floor. “Elizabeth!” My father ran towards her, but something possessed me. Before my father was able to reach my unconscious mother, I ran towards her in a swift movement and sank my teeth into her bloody hand. My enraged father grabbed my shoulders and attempted to pull me away from my mother's already limp body, but the beast in me would not concede. I ferociously shoved him and continued on drinking my mother's blood to the last drop.

He was calling the nearest to us to make sure they were ready for me when I went in. My wedding dress was stained red, and I couldn’t help but think of it as a bad omen. Was the world’s way of telling me our marriage was built for disaster? I barely registered Nico carrying me to the hospital, but I knew we had arrived based on the stench of medicine. It only took a few more seconds before I passed out. When I woke up again, Nico was at my bedside, still in his suit, which was covered with blood. His hair was dishevelled, and he looked like he hadn’t slept for days. But despite this, he was still hot.

Finally, the massacre was stopped. The pyschotic Priest is dead. Merlin the great, saved everyone. However, dead bodies were scattered over the Kingdom, blood painted the street, but the people did not feel any grief but rather relief. Relief of surviving from the terror braught by Luci. The massacre was so terrifying that grief did not reached the people, even with the bodies of their loved ones, they did not feel any sadness. The only emotion that they felt was relief, relief of surviving from that hellish situation.

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?

she responded with her melodious voice. I did not say another word before sprinting toward the company building. I went straight to the lower-level elevators. I entered the lift and pressed U9. I don’t know if they were there, but that was the floor where Baltazar locked me in. I was still panting when the elevator’s ding sounded. As the thick metal door slid open, a whiff of metallic scent invaded my nostrils. The once pristine flooring I had in my mind was now painted with red liquid. The bodies of cloaked entities were scattered in the corridor; none of their heads were attached to their necks, and the walls had splatters of their blood. It was a bloodbath. I fell to my knees with a thud.

Then screaming erupted from the back convoy and chaos exploded instantly. “ATTACK!” The word tore across the road just as dark figures burst from the forest surrounding us theu were rogues but they looked different . Their eyes glowed blood red while black veins crawled beneath their skin unnaturally, it was void corruption. Bastian. “Defend the civilians!” I roared. Everything descended into violence. One of the corrupted rogues lunged toward a supply wagon I shifted instantly. Nikal exploded free beneath my skin while massive black fur burst outward violently.

Lucy had already collapsed nearby, her face a mess of tears and ruined makeup. The grand birthday banquet had devolved into the most humiliating scandal in the history of high vampire society.

“The shadows… they’re everywhere…” Before anyone could respond— Black claws erupted violently through the wolf’s chest from behind. Blood sprayed across the corridor. Aria staggered backward. The corrupted wolf standing behind him barely resembled living flesh anymore. Black veins consumed half its face while silver eyes glowed unnaturally bright. More shapes emerged behind it slowly from the darkness. Dozens. The corruption had reached the upper sanctuary levels completely now. Ronan moved instantly. Silver-black energy detonated across the corridor hard enough to obliterate the first corrupted wolf completely. The blast shattered nearby pillars while the remaining creatures screamed and ch

"Tomorrow. The anniversary. Twenty years exactly since you killed Amaya. Vesna will be at your sister's grave. She goes every year. It's the only human thing left in her—grieving for a mother who never learned to love her back." The corruption finally took Hesh completely. His body collapsed into something that wasn't solid or liquid but wrong, spreading across the floor like oil that screamed. Derek pulled us all back as it reached for anything living, anything it could contaminate. "Burn it," Rose whispered. "Please, Mom. Don't let it suffer anymore." My phoenix fire erupted, but when it touched the corruption, something impossible happened. The corruption ate it. Fed on it. Grew stronger.