Hiromi Higuruma Cursed Technique Novels & Stories

"So are you impressed now?" "Indeed..." "So I will be honored to teach you how to swim... but only if you allowed me to do so." "Of course I will be honored." He started to teach me how to swim and it feels so incredibly good that I've to spend time with him doing this kind of stuff. But in the middle of the training, he approached me again and looked me in the eyes. "Hey, what is going on?" I asked him again. "Nothing... I just want to stare in your face. Until now, it wonders me how a beautiful girl like you became a cursed."

Temujin asked. “Well, the shaman said: ‘I’m sorry to cut your reunion short, Mrs. Babor, but I will now attempt to reignite your son’s ki with a Kami no Itte Jutsu to his heart.’ “The Godhand Technique,” Aki said. “I’ve heard of this secret technique from the healers and monks. It’s sometimes used to snatch Slayers back from the brink of death.”

“That's just how it is, alpha Daniel. It's an ancient curse that dates back to the times of your forefathers. Hundreds of years ago” Lila who had appeared to be peacefully asleep suddenly steered in her sleep letting out a cry of help, her body trembling slightly. My gaze fell on her wrist. The red glow on the mark pulsed, spreading fairly up her arm like thin fire veins. My chest tightened unexpectedly. Since I became conscious of my surroundings as a child to this very moment I had never seen a supernatural phenomenon like that. Strange hard to combat and highly self-destructive. “What must be done? There has to be a way to stop this or prevent the curse from coming to fulfillment. You are

“Because of you. The goddess is never cruel, she bound Leora’s soul to the curse as well. That is why it repeats. You, Violet… you are Leora returned. The curse is equally his and yours to bear.” Blood roared in my ears, me? ME? “I am not Leora.” I rebuffed immediately. “It doesn't make sense,” Brian added, but his tone sounded like it already made sense to him. “It doesn't have to make sense,” Willow replied gently. I shot to my feet. There wasn't much space to pace but the three back and forth steps were enough to do the job. “So what, I've been body hopping and getting killed by the same wolf for almost a century?” My voice was louder than I intended but I didn't care.

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

“Now, Tohya!” There was a black blur before Tohya appeared right in front of Hugin in a crouching position, his fringe falling into his eyes, and Zeus in either hand, a strange smirk on his face. Hugin’s eyes widened in horror as Tohya thrust the spinning knife in his right hand upwards and towards the side of Hugin’s neck, as the spinning knife in his other hand aimed for Hugin’s heart. Zeus connected with the desired vital spots at the exact same moment, and Ren released his hold on Hugin just as blood spurt out like a fountain as Tohya pulled both of his spinning knives out, taking several steps away from Hugin.

Miguma questioned “ Why have you brought me here? You have no right to pull me from my realm.” The witch said nothing, she simply pointed to the child. “She will speak the curse.” And she did The child raised her hand. A black sigil flared to life beneath her feet. She smiled, a smile that should never belong to someone so young. And then she whispered the spell. Miguma screamed as her form twisted, rippled apart. Sucked into an orb of magic. Her form turned to black smoke, her essence stripped into nothing but only two fragments: One: a spark of lightening, too small to light anything but too powerful to be extinguished.

"So this isn't just about me," "Nothing's ever just about you," Soren said coldly. "You're a weapon now. Either for us or against us." The pack healer burst through the doors, carrying a leather bag of herbs and crystals. "Move aside," she commanded, immediately going to work on Dante. She was an older woman with silver hair and eyes that glowed with supernatural power. Her hands began to emit a soft golden light as she placed them over Dante's wounds. "Deep," she muttered. "Deliberate. Whoever did this wanted maximum damage."

"How dare you still try to implicate Ayna even now! She didn't hesitate to donate millions of dollars and even offered a decade of her own life, just to have the master perform the blessing ritual for you! And yet, you're repaying her kindness with slander?" I sneered as I turned over the trash can, letting the pearl earrings fall out. Then, I stomped on them, crushing them under my shoes. A few black worms then crawled out from the center of the earring, looking absolutely vile and disgusting. "She spent millions of dollars only to get this so-called master to cast a curse on these earrings with black magic! She offered her lifespan to bind the curse to me and transfer her sex addiction to

She told me she knew what I was, despite the fact that I’d kept my nature hidden even from my own father. Wolf shifter, she’d spat. You’ll never find happiness. Never find love. Your humanity will be chipped away at over the years, until all that’s left is the beast. Unless you find your fated mate, and she loves you in return…You’ll be a wolf forever. Up until that moment, I’d never believed in witches or curses. Looking into her ink-dark eyes, I knew I’d been wrong. I felt it. She was a witch, and she’d fucking cursed me.