Cursed Technique Amplification: Blue Novels & Stories

“Don’t let him. Show them what you can do.” And I already wanted to. Marrow smiled,mistaking my silence for surrender. “Do you see? She doesn’t even deny it. She’ll burn out before she ever rises. Power like hers is a curse, not a gift.” My body moved before my mind caught up. Blue energy burst out of me, faster than a heartbeat. It struck Marrow in the chest, swinging him across the training ground. He slammed into the wall with a force.The students screamed in shock. Marrow staggered up. “You dare—Aria.”

Cohen linked. Everyone broke from their defending position and made five circles around Amanda. She looked up to the sky as she held the crystal staff. Amanda began to chant loudly in an old language. Blue light began to form around them while her eyes glowed green. As she chanted louder, the blue light grew brighter. The hybrids stopped and shielded their eyes with their hands as if the light was affecting them.

I straightened slowly, my thoughts racing, this wasn’t opportunistic access, this was preparation, she was anticipating something we didn’t know about and she was preparing for it. I reached for the back wall, pressing my palm against a sealed compartment. The sigil resisted for a heartbeat before yielding. Inside lay a small chest containing scrolls so old they were rarely spoken of, records of past afflictions, ancient history of curses, accounts of wars where magic and bloodlines had intertwined. I scanned the titles until my eyes landed on the empty space…Bloodline Resonance and Curse Amplification. That scroll detailed how certain curses didn’t weaken with time, they adapted, how proxim

I nod in agreement before he leaves to retrieve the crystal. The blue crystal was discovered to possess healing qualities, it can also be used for agricultural needs. The blue crystal speeds up the growth of any living thing. The affected area is very small but potent. If used against broken bones, the bones reattach and grow strong within minutes. Skin can be sealed and grown back. Burns are healed after several sessions and others have reported with the advanced healing of some Hunters that fingers and other smaller limbs can be grown back.

The edge pricked my finger, and it was bleeding now. But instead of falling, the blood seems like the dagger absorbed it. "What's happening? Are you ok, Evolet?" Blaze asked. I nod. I do not want to look away. The blood disappeared, and the letters seem to rearrange themselves. I could read what it says now. To break the curse, one needs to die. The one whose blood is blue! "What's the meaning of this? Who has blue blood?" Oren asked, confused. "It might be a metaphor! It might be blue blood like royal blood!" Blaze said, looking out the window. "It might be the blood of a God..."

he texted. "None of your fucking business," V challenged, smacking Blue's wrist away. Raising his sword again, he firmed his grip, as it began to glow a blood red, millimetres away from his neck. "Okay, piss off with that glowing metal stick. It's an amulet, okay?" "What does it do?"

The words were archaic, imbued with power: "Corda aetheris coniungantur, animus et corpus unum fiant. Ut potentia sit integra, et voluntas sit pura." As she chanted, Blaze's body began to glow, a soft, silver-white luminescence enveloping him. His eyes closed, his face serene yet intense. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, now glowing a deep, ethereal purple. The limbal rings around his irises shimmered and transformed into a vibrant silver flame, flickering and dancing like living fire. The room vibrated with the sheer force of the energy being channeled.

“If they are the wolves from the legend, what kind of power does that give them? What kind of responsibility?” Zora’s expression was grave as she looked at me. “The power of the blue-eyed wolves is said to be immense. They are not only leaders, but they are also protectors. Their bond gives them the ability to control elements, to shape the world around them in ways no other wolves can. But the true extent of their power isn’t fully understood. It’s a force that’s been lost to time.” I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. “What if Sofia doesn’t know how to control it? What if she hasn’t fully tapped into it yet?”

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

Waist-high and glowing faintly, she looked like something out of a myth. The forest’s darkness bent around her, like even it didn’t want to mess with her. “Beautifully dangerous,” I murmured, smiling despite the exhaustion gnawing at my bones. “Just like me, huh?” Blue made that weird chirp-growl sound, almost smug. Suddenly, a dense mist rolled out across the clearing ahead. My hand went straight to my dagger. “Oh, come on. Not another one.” But before I could take a step forward, Blue’s body flared with a soft blue aura, her power rippling outward in a pulse that cut through the fog, the mist hissed, twisting and then dissolving completely, leaving behind a stretch of empty ground.