Blood Manipulation Cursed Technique Novels & Stories

The other four interviews were generic. We spoke with Justin from Bloodmoon, who could create and manipulate illusions, which I admit was pretty cool to see in action. He can make a fake me to confuse and distract enemies allowing me to get out of a dangerous situation unnoticed. After him, we sat down with Sebastian, also from Bloodmoon. He can manipulate kinetic energy, so he can take his enemy’s energy and redistribute it to himself, to someone else, and of course, push it back.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Winston. Please read it to us." Chuckling, Winston began to read, "A blood curse binds them. Red blood, whether still or alive, will only be separated by the magic of the blue-blooded and white-haired ones. Death by time is nullified until the magic is lifted. The black sky ritual can only be revived by a mortal girl." Frowning, Triana turned to Vlador and saw him staring at the floor. From his expression, she suspected something was wrong. "That... sounds strange. I’m afraid I don’t understand." Triana said.

She suddenly sneered making him tighten his grip over her jaw not liking the way she was disrespecting him. "I curse you." A mewled whisper erupted from her throat. The man who had her jaw held in a terrific grip suddenly gave her a twisted smile having no effect from her words. He found them absurd and full of stupidity. "I CURSE YOU! YOU AND YOUR FATHER WILL LOSE ALL YOUR HAPPINESS AND PEACE! IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER, YOU IMBECILE!" She cried loudly right on his face which did snatch his smile but something in him refused to accept the power behind her curse.

"Thorne’s strategy is more dangerous than you realize. He is not just rallying warriors—he is manipulating them, binding them with magic, with fear. He has taken their mates, their families, using them as leverage. The warriors in his army are not fighting by choice. They are fighting because they have no other option." I swallowed hard. We had suspected something like this, but to hear it confirmed… it was worse than I thought. "He is working with witches," she continued, her voice laced with anger. "Dark magic binds some of the strongest wolves to his will, making them nothing more than weapons. They will not hesitate, they will not stop—not unless the spell is broken." I clenched my fists

She restrained herself, letting the threads of magic remain silent, subtle, ready to strike only if absolutely necessary. --- A servant approached Kael’s goblet, bowing low with practiced grace. Elara’s heart leapt. A faint shimmer beneath the servant’s cloak caught her eye—quick, almost invisible, but undeniable. Her magic flared instinctively, sending a ripple of light around the goblet, diverting the poisoned liquid into the crystal without spilling a drop. The servant froze, eyes wide, before smoothly continuing their service as if nothing had happened.

I just lifted my hand and showed her my palm. When she saw the bellflower mark, perfectly reversed from hers, her expression froze. The next second, all the strength drained out of her, and she collapsed. Her whole body turned red, as if she was burning from the inside out. Her face broke out in dense, blotchy rashes. She gasped for air, clawing at her own throat. Desperate to breathe, she actually started tearing it open. And she did. Blood splashed all over Francis. He touched his face, feeling the hot, metallic wetness, his mind going completely blank.

Chapter Fifteen—A painful memory She healed me?? “How’s that even possible?” I snorted, “She’s cursed. She has no healing power.” “We don’t know how too.” Imelda muttered, it was clear how tired she was, “I wouldn’t believe it myself if I didn’t witness it.” “What did you witness?” I asked. I wanted to know. “Her markings,” Uncle Lenard answered instead, “You should’ve seen her markings. They looked like they were moving as she held onto her hand. It was almost like a succubus.”

I pulled my other arm free in the confusion and stepped back, holding both hands up, gloves off, palms facing them. "It seems you have a fast body metabolism," I said, looking down at the man on the floor. "Because usually the effect takes a few minutes to show up." I tilted my head. "Damn. Lucky you." I turned to the remaining three. "Who wants to be next?" They all began to move backward, pressing themselves against the walls, eyes locked on my bare hands like I was holding two loaded weapons. Which, to be fair, I was. I took one step toward them, then another.

For a moment, It almost looked calm. “You’ve done well,” he said softly. Hope flickered in the man’s eyes which was a terrible mistake. The Master tilted his head slightly. Then— “Now bleed.” The man frowned, confusion flashing across his face. Then his body jerked. A sharp, choking sound tore from his throat as his eyes widened in horror. His chest rose violently, like something invisible had wrapped around him, crushing the air out of his lungs. He struggled, he fought but there was nothing to fight. I didn’t move neither did I speak. Interfering would only make it worse.

he started, and I interrupted him by saying, “I had fun with Frost, and my wolf did as well. I like you, Cesan, and believe that you're a good guy.” Shaking his head he inhaled deeply and growled, “But I'm not a good guy, Lyric. I hate that you are carrying Camden’s pup and not mine. I hate that I want to claim you, then mate and use my magic to change your pup's DNA…I am NOT good.” Gobsmacked, I gasped at him over what he had admitted. “You can change my pup to yours? How is that even possible?!” But he went quickly into the room and shut his door, leaving me standing in the hall, perplexed by his words.