Blood Manipulation Cursed Technique Novels & Stories

He kept walking. "FIRE!" The turrets spun up. The soldiers raised their rifles. Jack raised his right hand. The Cursed Hand. He didn't use a shield. He didn't use a blast. He snapped his fingers. CLICK. The sound was small, but the effect was massive. The Curse flared. A pulse of black anti-magic rippled out. It hit the turrets. Their targeting sensors went blind. They spun wildly, firing into the ceiling, shattering the chandeliers. Glass rained down like diamonds.

the entity intoned, its voice a chorus of a thousand dead ancestors. Faced with absolute execution, my survival instincts overrode the sovereign paralysis binding my limbs. I didn't try to pull against King Alaric’s gravity; instead, I utilized a forbidden Crescent transformation technique, Anatomical Rupture. I deliberately shattered the bone matrix of my own left wrist, liquefying the joint structure so my hand could slip clean out of the silver gauntlet anchoring me to the stone pillar. CRUNCH.

I wondered, and I checked on my wife, who was still cultivating two blood manipulations. Two energies were flowing around my wife; one held the purest red, but the other had dark smoke surrounding it. From their color schemes, you could tell the difference between healing and killing blood, but as I watched her cultivating, I saw something uneven, making me try the Moonlight technique. I went to her and made the same move that I saw from Vladimir. I pointed at her temple, and instead of flicking it, I just shot the moonlight technique like a gun, and it worked. The uneven energy around my wife began to calm down.

“Sigh! I don’t know what it is either. That little skull was getting faster and faster. If I had known that the skull would enter your body, I would not have dodged it!” Fane felt a pang of heartache and guilt when he looked at Selena’s worried expression. He sighed aloud. “Right, we should see what’s in the bald man’s martial ring!” Fane suddenly thought of something, and he took out the bald man’s martial ring, searching through it. Within several minutes, he found a book from the ring. He took it out and began to look through it. His expression grew more and more unsightly as he read through the book. “Dammit! This is a curse technique of the Bloodshed clan and it’s very vicious! If the c

Their eyes glinted in deranged neon ruby-blooded tone while they conjured the powers from within and whispered enchantment. “Tu, sanguis sacer, qui per venas mortalium fluit, da mentis et actionis suae potestatem. Sanguis sanguinem poscit, sanguis eorum manus imperet ut pares occidunt.” When they uttered the last words of their enchantment, the sigil of same red neon tone as their eyes projected in the air above us. Direful, vexed charcoal clouds which were bestrewn above us were speckled heavily with bloodied mottles which would occasionally spit few ominous bolts of ruby thunder they absorbed. Blood witches manipulate the blood of the victim to compel them to do whatever they command them.

" He threw his head back and howled in rage. In the next moment, his eyes turned blood red, and his aura grew wild and frenzied. His body swelled, and his skin cracked as streams of blood oozed out. His frame resembled a withered tree—dried and grotesque. Simultaneously, a sinister energy erupted from within him, coiling around his right arm. This peculiar power exuded extremely corrosive and invasive properties. It was a terrifying menace. "Now, die!" The elder roared as he swung his right arm forward. His bulging muscles twisted like steel cables, and his limb swung toward Chase with devastating force. The technique was clearly from a forbidden cultivation method. It burned his life force

I was clean. The woman stepped forward, her hands glowing with a soft, crimson light. "You have the fire to destroy, but the Sovereign must also have the power to save. This is the Blood-Bind. It is the only force that can shatter the curse Morvanna used to enslave Kieran’s will. Take it." She pressed her hands against my chest. A warm, golden energy flooded my heart. It was a specialized light, designed to seek out and break the chains of blood magic. It felt different from the white fire. It was not a weapon of war; it was a key. I felt complete.

I curiously looked at my hand to see what was that. To my surprise, my palm was bleeding. A voice from behind says, "Bound by blood, you cannot escape." I immediately looked behind me and sees a student, she chokes me with her bare hands until I could barely breathe. I tried to use my magic but somehow, she's restricting it. I used my remaining strength to try and get out of her graps but it was no use. THe girl holds my neck firmly with her eyes all white- she's being manipulated? I read about this at the library. The white eyes are a symptoms of manipulation. I tried to reach out for the window- I grabbed the curtains and used the sun's ray to temporarily blind her.

asked Gerald after pondering for a bit. “Bingo. Now, this devilish technique uses the three auras as its foundation. The three qi are the masculine auras that everyone possesses, and by stealing righteous aura, the devilish aura can be nurtured. However, in order to properly utilize the stolen righteous aura—and transform it into devilish aura—, feculent aura has to first be injected into the masculine aura. This technique generally requires a lot of feculent aura, and there’s really no escaping it.”

His fist, crackling with concentrated lightning, slammed into the man’s chest. BOOM! The impact sent the hooded figure flying backward, crashing through multiple stone pillars before skidding to a halt in the rubble. He coughed violently, blood splattering the ground as he struggled to rise. His entire rib cage shattered. The crimson aura around him flickered, unstable and fading. “You think your cursed tricks make you powerful?” Marvin’s voice was sharp, cutting through the air. “True power doesn’t come from stealing or corrupting. It’s earned.”