Blood Manipulation Cursed Technique Novels & Stories

Zelda. Brenda's hands tightened on my shoulders. "Remember what I said? It ends here," she hissed. I swallowed hard and fretfully turned back to look behind me, I wanted to push her off me but I also knew that any wrong move from me would make the situation worse. Suddenly, A car screeched loudly to a halt nearby, distracting Brenda momentarily. As she turned, a stranger emerged—a man with blazing golden eyes. My gazes locked on his, and a surge of energy coursed through me. Strength I'd never known surged through my limbs.

It's not like I needed any of those things. I clench my jaw and force myself to pick it up, joking the straps on my wrist and begin to move again. Nausea rises in my stomach and throat and I pause, bending over to throw up. There are howls in the distance and I do my best to move faster and faster, to no avail. Celeste tries to help by lending her abilities in my human form, but it's no use. The venom is running through me faster and the more I move, the more it progresses, which means it's entered into my bloodstream and is only a matter of time before it reaches my heart and kills me.

Hazel commented, linking the state of the corpse to an unorthodox cultivation technique. Unorthodox techniques were also called demonic techniques. Differently from the orthodox ones that used the natural "Breath" of the world to function and emphasized stability, the demonic ones worked through extreme exercises. Lucinda had practiced in one of them in his youth, namely the Forging of Seven Hells. They usually involved sacrifices and dangerous treatments but they also gave fast results. Seeing that Lucinda had absorbed part of the blood of the creature, Hazel could not help but guess that Lucinda cultivated in one of those techniques.

He had mastered the technique, and combined with Philip’s good tea and wine, he had almost recovered. Esther looked at Jamie in puzzlement, wondering what surprised him so much. “Who gave you this thing? Or did you discover it yourself?” Jamie held the booklet tightly. He did not think Carlos discovered it. He knew Carlos too well, and this was not his forte. Esther finally got her turn, and her breathing stuttered after a glance at the booklet. “This technique has been modified. I tried it out earlier and found that all the negative energy in my body disappeared.” With Jamie's encouragement, Esther used the technique and broke her curse.

Instead, he pressed his palm against one of the runes, and I felt it again—my chest pulled tight, like my soul was being unraveled. Then I saw it. A thin thread of light rose from my sternum, twisting and writhing. And within that thread, there were black veins, like roots infected with poison. Cato’s voice dropped to a growl. “It’s a manipulation curse.” I froze. “No.” “Yes,” he responded. “It’s not just your thoughts that were affected. Your emotions, your choices, your bond… someone has been steering you. Controlling you without making it obvious.”

It took several minutes before I found something. A section near the middle of the book had been marked with a thin ribbon. The handwriting there was different. Still elegant, but older. Another Cantari. My pulse quickened as I began reading. The abilities described below appear rarely within the Cantari bloodline. They are powerful, unpredictable, and dangerous when untrained. My eyes moved faster down the page. The most commonly recorded manifestation is hemokinesis. Blood manipulation. My breath caught slightly. So I wasn’t imagining it. The next several pages described the ability in careful detail.

Yet this Silver Woman seemed to pierce straight into my deepest thoughts. “Let the energy flow. Don’t fight it. Breathe in…” Her voice echoed not in my ears, but as if inside me. She moved with such fluid grace, suddenly already standing behind me. Then she touched both of my cheeks from behind. The Silver Woman implanted a new breathing technique in me. “Remember this. This power is a gift—and at the same time, a curse for flesh and blood.” A curse? But before I could ask, the silver mist began to fade. And she vanished, while my body felt as if it were being pulled into darkness.

Siron asked, her voice trembling. Morat turned, looking at her. His red eyes shone with a soft light in the darkness. "By repeating the vow. But this time, with love, not hatred. With acceptance, not coercion. Your blood will merge with the remnants of mine on this altar, transforming the curse into a sacred bond." He stretched out his hand, and a small ritual knife made of black obsidian stone appeared in his grasp, as if conjured from the shadow itself. The knife was simple, but it radiated an ancient and dangerous aura.

The man said, “So, you have also learned the cultivation techniques of Buddhism. This is a little intriguing, but you can’t resist me with something so weak.” He continued probing his memories. “You absolutely can’t do that!” Alex was going to fight for his life. The situation was an unexpected one. Subsequently, Alex activated the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell, wrapping all his memories to isolate the man’s mental strength. At that moment, the man was even more shocked. “What is this method of yours?! It looks like you have lots of secrets. I love peeking into secrets the most. The harder you refuse, the more I want to have a peek!”

Tasha decided to wait for a good moment to interrupt. While they both kneeled next to their manikins, Crimson demonstrated a healing technique to Dan, "Using this technique, you can use your healing energy to feel the person's injuries. This manikin has been designed to give the feeling of someone injured. Use the technique I'm showing you to tell me what their injuries are." Dan attempted to copy the technique he was shown, and he tried to feel the injuries on the manikin as best he could, "They have several bruises, three cracked ribs and damaged lung?"