Is Sukuna A Curse Or A Sorcerer Novels & Stories

“The Spiral… it’s a cycle. It’s never meant to be defeated, only contained. Each blood moon, the curse renews itself.” John’s grip tightened. “Then what do we do? How do we break it?” Before Sarah could answer, the shadows surged forward again. From the darkness stepped a figure, neither fully human nor monster. Its presence was unnatural, yet strangely familiar, It smiled a cold, knowing smile that sent chills down Sarah’s spine.

“Are we talking about some kind of demon?” Lucian shook his head, his lips curling in a faint, bitter smile. “No. Worse. It’s a god—a forgotten one, with power beyond what any of us can comprehend. And the curse... it’s not just a simple bond. It’s a tether to that power. A blood price that my family has been paying for centuries.”

It wasn't just a physical ailment; it was a manifestation of the darkness that had seeped into my life, born from betrayal and rejection. “It’s the curse,” I whispered, a shiver running down my spine. “It’s… stirring.” Nonna Lucia’s expression grew grave. “It’s more than a simple enchantment, Serafina. It’s woven into the very fabric of Lunaria, and into your own spirit. It feeds on your despair, on the absence of your mate’s protection.”

He then said, “So you are just a nobody. This Puppet’s Curse isn’t something that you can cast. Tell me who you serve and I can spare your life.” The dark figure hesitated after listening to Kaze. Then, he clenched his jaw to crush the poison between his teeth at the back of his mouth. Black blood seeped out from his mask before he collapsed on the ground, showing no signs of life. “You rather die than reveal the master you serve? It seems like your master is someone powerful,” Kaze muttered to himself with furrowed brows. Compared to the ninjas, the curse techniques were much more complicated. In Ryokan, the ratio between ninjas and curse sorcerers was one hundred to one, which explained th

She knew the consequences of revealing too much, but Daimon’s wrath was something she feared more than death. “I-I don’t know their name, my Lord but…they are a hybrid” She stammered. “A hybrid!” Daimon’s fury shook the walls of the sanctuary. He stormed toward the witch, grabbing her by the neck and lifting her off the ground effortlessly. “How do I stop this?” He roared. “Tell me! How do I stop the curse from destroying me?” The witch gasped for air, her hands clawing at Daimon’s grip. Her eyes filled with tears as she struggled to speak.

> Now that its night time and I am not under the pressure of Solaria’s divine light blessing in the palace, these people are no match for me! My familiars are all around; they are not facing one person… They are fighting against one Sorceress that draws her power from the dark and more than three hundred familiars! she said with a grin on her face… a priest said…while blasting a ray of light after praying Other priests joined him and started blasting Satiana…but none of these attacks touched her…in fact

"I don’t understand. What dark magic?" At first, he seemed hesitant to explain his statement further but eventually opened up with me. "Suzette, in addition to being a werewolf, is also a witch. My assumption isn’t yet proven, but the closest cause of what happened to you is that she has put a curse on your wolf." ‘That witch!’ Reina yelled. ‘I promise I’ll hunt her down!’ ‘Will you calm down? Your freaking out isn’t helping,’ I said to her. But deep within me, a new mass of anguish began to build. She might not be the Luna of our pack. But still, she possessed powers that could hurt anyone whenever she wished.

His eyes were brimming with anger and felt like tearing the sorcerer apart. "Nothing. It's the curse. This place is cursed to anyone except the sorcerers and two others. Not for everyone," the sorcerer replied and starts walking towards Aldophus. Aldophus drew back cautiously as sorcerers were not creatures any body would careless around. They are fast and powerful as the dark itself. "Me and Sara, right?" The two others the man said was actually Sara and Aldophus. "Yes. You didn't bring her along with you?" The dark sorcerer asked and cackled like laughter.

"He's said to be a madman, consumed by his own power." I looked at him in shock. "What kind of power?" "Supernatural charm," he replied. "He has the ability to bewitch anyone with a single glance, and once he has you under his spell, you become nothing but a puppet to do his bidding." I shuddered at the thought. "How could someone become so twisted?" My stepfather shook his head. "It's hard to say," he said. "Some say it's a curse, while others believe he was born with it. All we know is that he must be stopped."

From the color alone, he had no appetite. “I didn’t mix anything in it.” Aruna looked up. “I didn’t mix it with poison, or witchcraft from a shaman. I’m not that old-fashioned.” “Shaman?” Saka frowned. He had heard the word Shaman but forgot what it meant. Understandably, he spent more time abroad than in his own country. “Yes. Don’t you know what a shaman is?” “What is it?” “A shaman is a kind of witch in Indonesia. A shaman carries out tasks according to his client’s request. If I ask him to make you like me, he will do it.”