Blood Manipulation Cursed Technique Novels & Stories

Sarah asked, though her tone suggested she already knew the answer. "Dozens of times. My mother specialized in curse extraction." I turned back to Caleb. "This is going to feel weird, but it shouldn't hurt. I'm going to use counter-resonance to destabilize the fragments so your body can naturally expel them. You might feel warmth or tingling, maybe some pressure. If you feel actual pain, tell me immediately." He nodded, his eyes wide but trusting. I took a breath, centered myself, and began the extraction. The technique was one my mother had perfected over years—using my own magical signature to create a counter-frequency that made curse fragments lose cohesion. It required intense concentra

" Swoosh! In an instant, his right arm became thicker and longer. At first glance, it looked like an ancient bronze tree with coiled horns. When he clenched his five fingers, ear-splitting friction sounds could be heard. Even at this moment, people could feel that Caspian's Blood Sacrifice Technique was more than one level higher than before. "It can also become hot." Caspian clenched his fist. "The Godly Finger of Cruor!" Swoosh! Magic that had been activated by vigor had also changed. Previously, streaks of boiling blood shot out, interweaving into a terrifying net to kill the enemy. Now, the hot blood was attached to Caspian's arm.

She tried to pry my hands off of her, looking as if she had never seen anything more nightmarish than herself. "What are you?" she cried in a choking panic. Jacques had no idea of what I was. Too late, now my dagger-sharp teeth were perfectly on guard. The girl's pulse was beating in my ears. My stomach was rumbling. I couldn't stop this powerful temptation anymore. There was the part of me that wanted it. The warm blood in her veins was calling me like a siren. Now I was ready, ready to feed off her. But before I could strike, Jacques shoved me so hard, I went flying through the window. It seemed like this psychic vampire didn't just use only her physical strength. I fell far away on the co

Cadell Marcus stood there without moving, never once looked at him again. "Brother... Do not pursue?" Several ghosts gathered around Cadell Marcus again and asked in a low voice. "Kill him." Cadell Marcus's rare eyes flashed with tears as he faintly spat out a few words. Those ghosts received Cadell Marcus's orders and immediately turned into black mist or red mist. Heading towards Waldo Roy Wizard, he ran away and chased after him. Just now, with that palm, Cadell Marcus's hand was very heavy. God Wind's soft palm was originally a type of technique similar to the technique of mountain and ox attack.

Darryl anxiously asked with an expression of expectance! Zoran’s expression was uneasy as he spoke solemnly, “Rumor has it there was an evil technique centuries ago called the Dark Method. After cultivating, one will have to absorb the spirit energy of another person. Could this lady have been injured by that evil technique?” Zoran could not help but sigh and continued, “This technique is extremely insidious. Once a person’s spirit energy has been absorbed, they’ll be exhausted and quickly approach the end of their life. No one can save them.”

Then before she knew it his big thumb was now deliciously twiddling her clit atop her pussy through her panties. "What are you doing?! Stop at once!" Minerva was jolted awake from her wonderful introspection. She ordered the man to halt but he continued on stimulating her juicy parts. Minerva wanted to cast away the prodding hands of the man but found it ineffective because the difference between their strengths was so huge. She was held tightly fixed upon the bed like a beautiful sacrifice for a fallen god. "Cipher, what's wrong with the Soul Sealing Technique?! Cipher!" Minerva addressed the system. This was an irregularity. It had only happened now. Usually with the technique, her every w

"My blood... for the glory of the Great Lord!" As his lifeblood flowed, he activated a forbidden technique. His muscular body began to swell unnaturally, his skin turning pitch-black as a thick, foul aura smelling of rotting flesh exploded from him.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

Leona snapped as she tried to push William's body away. "Admit it, you like me, right?" William insisted, leaning his face forward. Leona shook her head slightly. She didn't dare to move too much in a position like this. 'My heart ... why does it feel like this? No! You can't be charmed by this bastard, Leona! You must not be weakened by love!' thought Leona still encouraging herself. William's face drew closer. And Leona has no room to escape. Her hands were shaking, but she squeezed tightly so that her poor condition would not be noticed by William.

If not, there would be a casualty in this. As Minerva searched through her memories, she recalled how she tried to apply the mana control that her father had taught her. And it seemed that she successfully made it as she managed to control the man with eyeglasses' mana and canceled her attack. Due to the sudden intrusion and canceling the attack, his right hand suffered a backlash and hence exploded.