Cursed Technique Amplification: Blue Novels & Stories

He cursed under his breath remembering the illusion he had last night once again, he grabbed the glass filled with alcohol and let the toxic substance burn his throat. That soft yet familiar melodious voice curved into a beguiling moan that he wanted to hear badly, he wanted those enchanting eyes to look at him with the same need and haze he had last night. The thought of her trapped under him holding onto his shoulders tightly moaning his name like a mantra.

Although he may not possess the same overwhelming power as the other male, a distinct aura of strength enveloped him. He patted the nurse's back and swiftly left the room. The nurse, now standing before me, held up an injection. Its liquid was a vivid shade of red, and I recalled my mother mentioning that red often contained herbs used to weaken wolves, rendering them fragile and susceptible, typically employed in times of war.

This roar resounded across the stage, and Fennel’s attack was briefly flawed because of Auric’s words! Auric seized this flaw, and the purple chimera spear in his hand shone brightly with a terrifying spear technique that engulfed Fennel in a stream of purple light! Clang! Crisp metallic collisions resounded throughout the venue! Due to the brief flaw, Auric exerted a tremendous amount of pressure on Fennel and rendered him into a passive state.

Never in my life had I heard of a ritual that began with blue flames. The thought vanished when pain exploded behind my eyes. I clenched my jaw, refusing to show weakness even as the energy from the Moon Servant poured into me like molten silver. "Prince Levante, remain steady," the Moon Priestess warned, her voice echoing with ritual chant. "The curse that binds the Moon Servant is ancient and vicious. Your royal blood must anchor him." I growled low in my throat, my dominant aura flaring outward in a visible red mist. "Then do it. I do not break easily."

He took a breath, then added, "This is the mark of high-level black magic." Lysander stared at Alpha King like someone studying a war map. He didn’t say much, but when he spoke, his voice carried weight. "This is a curse. A curse with a runic sequence—it consumes slowly, igniting the tissues from within without leaving the usual scars we’re familiar with. A technique like this... requires bitter energy. And—" he swallowed, searching for the right word, "—the thing is, it can only be transferred if the source is close enough."

Blue created a circle of which she sat in, a little wooden bowl was in front of her still in the circle. Cane watched her wondering exactly what she was doing, she passed a knife to him and he stared at her questionably. “Don’t you want to break the curse, I need your blood for that” she said. He caught the palm of his hand and a drop of his blood fell into the bowl. “I need more” she said and he cut himself again, Blue got the knife from him and also cut herself releasing only a drop of her blood.

“Her scent is overpowering everything. It’s all I can do not to—” I cut myself off. Didn’t need to say the rest. Didn’t need to admit just how close to the edge Zey was riding. Crowley’s smile turned faintly amused, but he didn’t push. “If Terrence says it’s strong,” he said carefully, selecting a deep violet vial, “I would start here. Violet wolfsbane is the most likely culprit.” My fingers tightened around the edge of the table. “And if it’s silver?” Crowley paused. That was not a pause I liked.

“Good. Allow me to teach you an augment technique — Unyielding Metal. “This technique is a great one. Once you master it, your body would never stop strengthening itself, allowing yourself to be as strong, hard, and unhindered like a boulder. Once you achieve the full mastery of it, the skin on your body can never be harmed again!” Zephyr shared with the remaining men.

It could be easily countered. "Hahaha! How does that feel, you rascal?" Zachariah stood where he was and laughed. His hands moved fast as he chanted. Spiritual marks floated from his fingers and blended into the air around them. The Malefic Mist that only uncovered a portion of their area suddenly became thick. A frightening ghost-like face could be vaguely seen. It was making ghostly howls. "Ghost Shadow Curse. This is the mystical technique of the Brennan Secret Sect. Its power is unimaginable. You're dead!"