Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue Novels & Stories

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.

"How are things going out there?" “Threat of a breach,” he corrected. He’d opened the door a little wider, leaning on the frame. “We found nothing, but just to be certain, we’ll stay out there.” “Do you need…” “I’ve got company, Annie,” he interrupted quickly, throwing his head over his shoulders for a fraction of a second. But I caught it. How could I miss it when every part of me was attuned to him? “I’ve got to go.” And then, the rose appeared from behind. He stretched out a hand to me, angling his head. His hair grazed the under of his ears softly, even if there was nothing soft about the Enforcer of the Blue Moon Pack.

"He's our alpha. Our leader. Alphas have the power to turn humans. The rest of us are betas, and you are too, now." "I don't understand," I said shakily. "We're werewolves, Hosanna. And you've gotta keep that a secret, you hear me? I've got some contacts for you to hide your eyes." He plucked a lens out of his eye, revealing a burning gold iris. I gasped, flinching. He laughed at me. "What? Yours look just like mine now. So you've gotta wear these contacts to make them look brown, yeah? If you don't, the police will shoot you."

I tell her feeling uneasy about accepting all their help. “Oh dear, you don’t have to worry about all that, the important thing is that first you get educated in our ways. Then we will surely utilize your skill in the best way that suits our pack” she says and places her hand on my shoulder. I feel a strange sensation when she touches me. She stands still and her icy blue eyes become completely blue. Her silvery-white hair flows up in the air, fanning out around her head like a crown. Her whole body starts glowing and I notice that she has strange tattoos on her body that start glowing completely white. The Alpha and Brian look on completely shocked too. What was happening?

That was the problem with The Cursed; they died before we could do any proper research on it and their bodies turned to ashes, leaving us grappling at nothing. There was one thing we knew about the cursed: they were betas that were demon-possessed. All of them had a pentagram, a sign of demon possession, on the bottom left side of their necks. It explained why betas suddenly had power and strength that could par with an average alpha. “Did you find out anything about it? Where did it come from? Who it was?” “Yes, we managed to get that. Just like the others, it was a beta, Joe Blake from Jannah.”