Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue Novels & Stories

because if you still have it then I will keep losing you over and over again. plus, you won’t just accept me easily. you don’t remember who I am so I might have to make you fall in love with me all over again. or help you regain your memory. I know how to do the latter but how do I help you to get rid of the blood mark? The person who created the curse is dead and there is little to no information about it. It was like she made sure that there was nothing about the curse, there is no way to break it or even how to weaken it.

Adrian waited quietly for the phenomena to be over. Soon, both the portrait and the meditation cushion vanished, leaving behind only an emerald slip. Adrian probed the emerald slip with his divine consciousness and discovered it contained a technique. The technique was called the “Dark Word Technique,” a long-lost divine consciousness technique divided into several parts. However, a significant portion was sealed, requiring Adrian to reach level-eight to access it. For now, he could only use two parts. The first part was Dark Word Technique: Pain. This technique taught the user to shape their divine consciousness into an invisible, cone shape to attack the enemy's divine consciousness, causi

She turned to Vivian, who wore the same type of creepy smile. “What the hell does she mean by that?” my wolf, Amber, asked inside my mind. She was tired of Vivian and Veronica’s constant bullying, but, for my dad’s sake, I had made her promise not to hurt them. “But…” I was sure I’d heard correctly. I had no doubt that Vivian had cried over her mate bond with a cursed wolf. “But nothing, Lila,” Veronica said. “My daughter can’t be mated to a cursed wolf. He doesn’t even have a pack!” Her eyes were wild with fury.

Their crescent rose and inside me awoke a hungering voice for release from shackles. My eyes hanged on him as he emerged from the darkness and met mine with his piercing blue ones. A surge of electricity went through my veins when his sharp outline came out of the dark into view, his rugged dress code – simple jeans and a blue polo shirt – only added to this mysteriousness; they looked like someone had carved them in granite, and he had strong cheekbones with a firm jawbone.

You didn't loose it Blue : it's not about the bracelet Me: then what is it? Tell me baby Blue : will you leave me? Me: what? No, I can't. I'm in love with you. I want you forever. There's nothing that can make me leave you She wiped her tears Blue : something happened to me? Me: tell me what it is baby. I won't leave you. I'll stand by you. Talk to me. We're in this together baby Her tears still flowed

Kriss said, jumping in between, noticing how Tristan was thrown and Randall was hurt in one attack. “Kids!” Sir Zuka called worried. “We will take care of it… Father… You focus on.. The dead…” Tristan said, holding his side which was throbbing in pain. They were not to be taken lightly. He clashed its lance with Kriss who cast his spell, “Sapphire Luminance.” He cast a spell which spread blue twinkles around the body but they silently burned the body from inside, taking one’s life. But it exhaled, when the blue patterns began to appear on its body. He exhaled, curling his dried and chapped lips into a twisted smile.

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

"The battle at the border... it’s going to be ugly. Caleb isn't just bringing wolves. He’s bringing the 'Silver-Tide'—human mercenaries with silver-laced weapons. Damon and the others are going to be focused on the front lines." She reached into a wooden chest and pulled out a small, leather pouch. Inside were three vials of a shimmering blue liquid. "This is Blue-Brier," she explained. "It won't stop a silver blade, but it will keep the heart beating long enough for a healer to get there. Take it. One for you, one for Félix, and one for whoever you think needs it most." "Thank you, Maya," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "I don't know how to repay you."

Zey surged forward in my mind with a low snarl. Bone break. Bad one. “Shit,” I breathed. Karissa slid the rest of the way down the ladder, dropping the last few feet and landing hard on her feet. “He slipped,” she said quickly, breathless. “The rung—there’s wolfsbane dust all over it. His hands went numb.” Terrence groaned again, clutching his leg. “Don’t move,” I said immediately, crouching beside him. Even through the mask the wolfsbane in the air was starting to make my head spin.

After a long, agonizing minute, the intensity of the chest pain seemed to subside slightly, leaving the three brothers shaking and covered in cold sweat. Lucius slowly straightened up, wiping a line of dark saliva from his chin. "We don't have much time," he said, his voice flat and full of a grim, hollow certainty. "I can feel the compound she used. The curse is designed to attack our hearts from within. It’s eating our lifelines." He looked directly at me, his eyes softening with immense regret. "Your blood... your blood is the only thing that can neutralize it. Just like with Silas at the cabin."