Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue Novels & Stories

One of the figures dipped a thin, curved obsidian glass dagger into the basin, causing the surface to ripple. My heart pounded. "If you touch me with that—" "You won't be hurt," the figure said coolly. "Unless you are undeserving." The dagger had a dim glimmer. They applied pressure to my palm, allowing the ice to seep into my skin without causing any cuts. The basin's liquid light pulsed once, twice. suddenly exploded with a dazzling brightness. I gave a gasp. Shards of color broke through the darkness. Before my eyes, brief, disorganized images flashed. Under a red moon, wolves howl. Standing on a stone altar was a woman with eyes just like mine. A crown of light. A sea of flames.

The boy had no idea where the wetness came from because nowhere up around where he stood was wet. The boy felt a sudden sadness for the poor animal, so he held out his right hand, palm down, and suddenly, his arm glowed with a strange purple color. The purple color that had started to glow around his arm seemed to wiggle around it as if it were alive in its own way. Slowly, the wolf began to rise and out of the pit, with the boy switching his hand’s position as the wolf floated out of the pit. The boy laid him softly on the ground just a few feet away from the opening with a wave of his hand.

He'd actually cracked the curse. “Master, there is no Slave Symbol! Out of the dark bender…” A blue stream of energy raced past it before it could finish speaking, burning a slab of steak from its torso. Daito moved violently towards it, firing spell after spell without pausing to allow the vurhan to retaliate.

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!"

' Her voice trembled, but she ground down, ass cheeks brushing my belly. I gripped her hips, vines allowing just enough, fingers tracing her crack. 'Yeah... gods, Tessa.' Suspense built with every roll, the curse fragments stirring, pulsing in time with our rhythm. I pressed a finger to her ass, circling the tight ring, pushing in slow with spit and will. She arched, gasping. 'More... bind us deeper.' The intrusion stretched her, my cock buried in her pussy, finger working her ass in tandem. Pleasure twisted dark, the vines glowing, magical energy sparking where we joined—blue light flickering, drawing out the curse's hold.

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..."

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

With every impact of their glowing sword hitting against each other, traces of blue energy sparked and fell. “So this is how a battle between two Divine Knights would go?” Kael heard one of the Grand Knights from a distance. “Blue Dragon Style … Second Form,” Kael heard Lucas casting. “Ice Dragonslash.” The traitor gave one wide swing of his sword, slicing the air. Its curved path created a blue arc, then it blasted towards Kael. He obstructed the arc using Icebane, but the energy was too strong it pushed him back. He took a step backward and then stood his feet hard against the ground.

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.

“What's going on?” Isleen immediately reaches my side. "Ahvi, breathe,” Isleen says sharply, her voice cutting through the haze. “You’re okay. You are reaching your magic for the first time, so it's expected to happen. “I think I'm going to pass out,” those are the last words I say before everything goes blank. _~_ <<>> Vance stands before me. His face is distorted in a mixture of pain and anger. His green eyes aren't his own; they look dark and hungry.