Blood Manipulation Cursed Technique Novels & Stories

My head jerked to the side, the taste of blood filling my mouth. Then, Mandy leaned in close, her words dripping with malice. "Listen carefully, Amelia. I orchestrated Heidi's death. I made Timmy pretend to be sick. I deliberately didn't notify Simon to pick her up and even faked her voice message. I even tempered with the car windows so the wolves could get in!" "Mandy, you'll rot in hell!" I thrashed wildly, desperate to break free and tear her apart. Mandy laughed at my fury, her face twisted with perverse joy. "Look at you, Amelia. You're like a madwoman!"

Black blood oozed out before he went for his ear. Instead of stopping Reed, I allowed him to do whatever he wanted with the man before I finally grabbed him on the chest and sucked out his life force. Taking a deep breath, I returned my gaze to Caleb and the last man. I watched as the man drew something with his hand, then mumbled some spell, and clasped his palm together. Caleb's leg was instantly glued to the same position, and he split out blood. I knew what the man was doing. He was performing the same spell he had cast on Reed and me.

That love created connection transcending tactical disadvantages when approached with sufficient skill and absolute determination. Their combined assault overwhelmed three attackers. Not killing. Incapacitating. Proving superior capability without resorting to forbidden techniques. Demonstrating that following rules while defeating enemies was possible when skill exceeded ideology's passionate intensity. But three remained. More desperate. More dangerous. More willing to violate restrictions when conventional assault proved insufficient for destroying relationship they considered worthy of any sacrifice necessary for elimination. The curse manifested suddenly. Not death curse like Vivian's f

Raiden’s behavior had changed far too quickly. I closed the second journal. Close… But not close enough. My breakfast had grown completely cold by the time I reached for the third book. This one was thinner than the others. There wasn’t even a title on the worn leather cover. The first several pages were blank. I almost set it aside before another heading appeared farther in. Soulbinder’s Blight. I frowned thoughtfully before reading. The curse originated through forbidden blood magic and was commonly delivered through food or drink, allowing the victim to unknowingly accept the curse into their own body.

She seemed like an easy target, someone I could manipulate and make feel guilty for her actions. To approach her without raising suspicion, I disguised myself as an old man and slowly approached her. I needed to establish a connection with her consciousness by using my black thread, allowing me to see her thoughts and briefly control her actions. This unique ability of mine, despite not being as powerful as other vampires, is something I take pride in. Accidentally, I caught a glimpse of her memories, revealing that she had killed numerous individuals, including some of my fellow vampires. I was shocked and frustrated that I couldn't delve deeper into her memories. Nevertheless, this informa

She folded her hands slowly in her lap, her long white hair catching faint shafts of afternoon light. “That is all the spirits have shown me from the past,” she replied gently but firmly. “The debt is deep, and justice demands payment. However… the path can still change. If one among you willingly offers their own life in exchange, the curse may lift without claiming another. Sacrifice has power. But it must be given freely.”

And yet,he was going to intercept all that with a normal punch. But somehow,she couldn't bring herself to leave where she was standing. The only reason why Erimense might be doing this,is because he was hiding his true potential.Ahe never knew Erimense could be this crazy. Erimense intercepted Darl's technique,(mind destroying technique) with a normal punch,but the consequences were grave. The technique Darl used,is a black art technique.This was founded by the Dark lord, hence it was practiced by his followers. Erimense watched as the black technique (mind destroying technique),Darl used,took it's effect on him.

"Well couldn't that be called a gift?; he uttered furrowing his brows. His dad gazed up at the young teenager it seems he want to accept all that before knowing all about it "no matter how to take it, it is still a curse"; he murmured gazing down at his palm like it was his fault for giving birth to a cursed, but that wasn't what he was thinking, how would he guide his son to the right path and not letting him succumb the other way?. The reason why that woman disguised herself was to steal the ability from him so she could bring chaos easily upon the world, that was the time to prepare for that by teaching Kazuma the way of the sword.

Kaze calmly said, “If I am correct, Myra is controlled by someone. I think the curse is called Puppet’s Curse. “The victim will fall under control of the caster and it is usually used to assassinate targets from afar, or do something more conveniently. It’s quite a useful curse. “However, to awaken the potential strength in the puppet, it takes a heavy toll on the body.” Back when Kaze served on the battlefield, a grandmaster specialized in curse techniques tried to assassinate him before so he knew how vicious the curse could be. “What…” Hamlin widened his eyes in fear. He did not expect Myra’s condition to be this severe.

"Damn it!" the masked man shouted, his rage palpable. Suddenly, the sky and earth turned a sinister crimson as a storm erupted, growing ever larger and more terrifying, threatening to annihilate everything in its path. It was the Blood Moon Tempest, one of the most devastating sword techniques mastered by Gideon. Orabella continued her assault. Thousands more perished, their blood spilling forth, creating the perfect conditions for Gideon to unleash his technique. The more blood spilled, the stronger the technique became.