Blood Manipulation Cursed Technique นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Tell me anyway.” She leans back against the wall. “The Moonwright line specialized in three branches: purification, anchoring, and resonance manipulation.” “I know purification.” “You’re learning anchoring.” “And resonance manipulation?” Morgan’s expression tightens. “That’s the dangerous one.” “Define dangerous.” “It means you can amplify or suppress divine blood in others.” Silence. “You mean…” “Yes.” “You mean I could strengthen Asher’s markers.” “Yes.” “Or suppress them.” “Yes.” The implications are staggering.

It was like she made sure that there was nothing about the curse, there is no way to break it or even how to weaken it. from what I heard in my many years of doing research on this the spell cant even be moved. long ago witches found a way to move a curse from what person to another. It was done when a parent has wronged and they die. the curse would be moved to their kids. and they will do so until someone in the family finds a way to break the curse. But the blood mark is different, there is nothing about it at all. I spent years and years studying the bodies of all her reincarnation hoping to find a clue but nothing.

"Chu Xun, let me tell you, you can never defeat him. He is the god while you're just humble dust. You will die in his hands sooner or later. I'll wait for you in the underworld, haha..." The scar-faced man's body went stiff suddenly, and a trace of black blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth. Chu Xun regained his sense from sadness. He rushed to the scar-faced man like a lightning, infused a gust of True Energy into the man's body, and placed his palm on the man's forehead quickly. "Soul-searching Technique."

Arthur smiled sinisterly. After Andrius and the others left the registration point, they went straight back to Springbloom Hotel. After taking a shower, Andrius began to cultivate. During his time in Hell, his strength had already reached the seventh Divine Step. However, at that time, he had lost his memory and only possessed the physical strength of the seventh Divine Step. He did not cultivate techniques and so on. Now, he was cultivating a technique called ‘Soul Manipulation’ that the Demon Emperor left in the ring. It was a technique for tempering the soul.

A twig cracked beneath my boot, and before I could react, arms seized me from behind. A hand clamped over my mouth, silencing my gasp. Damn it! I thrashed, but the grip was like iron. One. Two. Three wolves. Their eyes glowed in the darkness—golden and merciless. "Thought you could sneak in, little witch?" one of them sneered, yanking my arms behind me. I tried to summon magic, but the moment I reached for it, a sharp pain flared through my skull. Wolfsbane. It was laced into the cloth they used to bind my wrists.

The weapon cracked and splintered apart on contact, then the man jumped back with unnatural force just as Robbie lunged forward. With a roar, Robbie tackled the zombie to the ground. "This is it!" I shouted. I braced my hands against Robbie's shoulders and pushed. My magic surged forward, not into the cursed man directly, but through Robbie. I focused hard on keeping it steady, flowing through him like a conduit—not flooding him with raw energy, just enough for him to carry it safely into contact. His body trembled under the force, but he didn't falter. The moment our energy met the cursed man's skin, I felt it—resistance, bitterness, the pushback of tainted magic trying to hold its ground.

Chelsea stopped squirming and her breathing evened out . Lilian pulled her trembling hand away , she didn't even dare to look at it . She was quite sure after using so much mana , it must be looking truly ghastly and horrible just like a monster she was . The curse won't leave her alone even if she did something good , it was her bane whether good or bad it will always follow behind her like a haunting spirit . The nymph caught sight of her weathered up hand , which had wrinkled up like the hands of a hag except her's looks even uglier .

Slowly, the misdirected directive was caught, rerouted, and corrected, minimizing potential damage. The mansion pulsed beneath him, shadows responding to his intent, coiling and flickering in acknowledgment. The curse hissed faintly, frustrated by his resistance, and withdrew slightly, though not entirely. Hours passed in tense observation. Samkelo had to balance his attention between human manipulation and supernatural interference. Every action required precision, foresight, and ethical judgment. One wrong move could allow the curse to strengthen, the conspirator to succeed, or innocent lives to be endangered.

' Her voice trembled, but she ground down, ass cheeks brushing my belly. I gripped her hips, vines allowing just enough, fingers tracing her crack. 'Yeah... gods, Tessa.' Suspense built with every roll, the curse fragments stirring, pulsing in time with our rhythm. I pressed a finger to her ass, circling the tight ring, pushing in slow with spit and will. She arched, gasping. 'More... bind us deeper.' The intrusion stretched her, my cock buried in her pussy, finger working her ass in tandem. Pleasure twisted dark, the vines glowing, magical energy sparking where we joined—blue light flickering, drawing out the curse's hold.

Bella was looking at a man who had a small glass bottle in his hand. The bottle was filled with red blood as he opened the bottle and dropped few drops on a white paper. The red blood turned black and then burnt the paper. The man inhaled deeply and then glanced at Bella. "This curse is powerful. I can not do anything." "I know you can not. That's why I am here. Tell me who can." The man minded her words and leaned back on his chair. He touched his chin and thought for a. second.