Blood Manipulation Cursed Technique Novels & Stories

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

Kaelen had heard that story before; it was taught in royal history, and it happened in the forest they visited that night. “They cursed our bloodline with their dying magic,” Darius continued. “A curse designed to destroy the Alpha line.” Kaelen shook his head. “That’s just a legend." “I believed the same thing,” Darius said quietly. “Until tonight.” He lifted his hand weakly. Dark veins pulsed beneath his skin. “The moment you left for the hunt… the sickness began.” Kaelen felt Ravok shift uneasily inside him. The forest, the wolf murmured.

I heard a crackling sound of broken glass, then my nose wrinkled as I smelled the delicious scent of blood dripping on the floor. “Elizabeth!” My father ran towards her, but something possessed me. Before my father was able to reach my unconscious mother, I ran towards her in a swift movement and sank my teeth into her bloody hand. My enraged father grabbed my shoulders and attempted to pull me away from my mother's already limp body, but the beast in me would not concede. I ferociously shoved him and continued on drinking my mother's blood to the last drop.

"You know about the blood curse cast on Atreus, correct?" Layla scoffed bitterly. "You mean the one that only allows him to drink my blood? Yeah, I'm well aware." "Well, there's a way to break that curse," Niniane said. A spark of unwanted hope ignited in her belly. Even now through the betrayal and hurt he'd put her through, she still harbored feelings for him. "How?" Layla asked quietly, trying to quell her hope. Niniane watched her with regret in her eyes and Layla could feel any sense of hope drifting away with that expression. "You must willingly sacrifice yourself to break the curse Ravana placed on Atreus."

"Oh, but it is. My father taught me the ritual before he died. Taught me how to extract abilities from supernatural beings and claim them as my own. I have practiced on smaller targets these past few months, perfecting the technique. Now I am ready for the real prize." The curse victims we had been treating. She had not been testing curse techniques. She had been testing ability extraction rituals. Learning how to steal power from others. "The duel begins now," Lydia announced, her voice taking on a formal tone as ancient magic swirled around the stone circle. "Standard rules. Fight until one of us submits or dies. The victor claims everything." I barely had time to prepare before she attack

She was vulnerable in a way I had never seen her. "Why?" I whispered, more to myself than to her. "Why would the manual do this?" The jade pendant pulsed against my chest. I closed my eyes and reached into its knowledge, searching for answers. The beast manual. Its techniques. Its purpose. I found it. The manual was truly a consolidation technique. It was a test. The techniques were designed to suppress power, not enhance it. Like sandbags tied to a runner's limbs, they weighed the user down, forcing them to build strength from nothing. The transformation was a side effect, a consequence of the suppression interacting with Aldric's unique bloodline. The manual did not care about gender. It c

Those disparaging thoughts kinda breaks my heart. Something suddenly stirred up my mind when I recalled the meeting that I have with the former child of the night. He told me that he bestowed me some special abilities that only I could use. I stared at both of my hands, studying behind the structure of my Mana vessels on my palms that I now can see with my eyes and tried to look for any abnormalities. Val taught me that abnormalities on a steadily flowing Mana indicates unknown force or a curse.

His breathing was steady, but… there was no life in that gaze. Lysander stepped forward, raising his hand slowly, forming complex patterns in the air. A faint white light began to emanate from the tips of his fingers. He closed his eyes briefly, then spoke in a low voice, “This isn’t a physical wound… it’s a mental wound. Brainwashing—very deep.” I furrowed my brow. “High-level black magic?” “Yes. I recognize the pattern… it’s similar to the forbidden control technique described by the elders. It doesn’t just block memories, but also suppresses his fighting instincts.”

Damon interrupted and almost at the same time, Ruth stood up and left me on the floor. I turned to stand up and face him but Damon was already on my side. “You know why your curse wouldn’t work? That’s because I own hell myself. It’s time I let you get that same death that you wished for” he said and smirked at me. It was an evil smirk and I knew he had a devilish plan set aside. I watched as two hefty men walked into the house towards my direction. “That’s her. Take her back to base 9 and according to the rule, you know what to do before you eliminate her” What!

His eye is gone. "You think you can kill me? Do you think you are strong enough? You don't know who you mess with, girl!" He spat girl with so much hatred I did the only thing I could think of—the merging spell. I started chanting the spell that I was born to use when we became coven leaders. I knew it would weaken me, but I had to do it, give Melody a fighting chance to get away. Before I could finish, I watched him rip her heart from her chest. Her body goes limp, and a surge of power lept from my body, knocking Thadeus back. I ran to my sister, holding her dead body, crying, rocking her back and forth.