Mei Mei Cursed Technique Novels & Stories

"When your opponent survives all your attacks and you realize you're going to lose, when there is absolutely no other option left and death is coming for you, that's when you use the secret technique I taught you." His eyes locked onto hers. "Because it will defeat anyone. Even the gods themselves." The weight of those words hung in the air between them. Miraeve swallowed hard. She'd only used that technique once, in practice, under Draevon's supervision. The amount of power it required, the destruction it caused, had terrified even her. And she is the type that doesn't get scared easily.

“If you don’t lift our curse then we can’t defeat them. They will continue to come for you and use you as their weapon.” “And how do I do that?” Grandma Aubrey’s hand reached for her check and looked warmly into her eyes. “Continuous practicing. Close your eyes, open your inner ears and feel everything that is around you. It starts with that,” She nodded in assurance. Grandma Aubrey released her check, standing up from the bed and headed out. Imogen looked down and sighed worriedly. A question suddenly popped into her head. “Since when did you know about me?” She asked while Grandma Aubrey halted in her steps.

His eye is gone. "You think you can kill me? Do you think you are strong enough? You don't know who you mess with, girl!" He spat girl with so much hatred I did the only thing I could think of—the merging spell. I started chanting the spell that I was born to use when we became coven leaders. I knew it would weaken me, but I had to do it, give Melody a fighting chance to get away. Before I could finish, I watched him rip her heart from her chest. Her body goes limp, and a surge of power lept from my body, knocking Thadeus back. I ran to my sister, holding her dead body, crying, rocking her back and forth.

"My Prince, you are awake.. What happened, I heard a loud thud and I rushed in to see you sprawled on the floor.. Are you okay?" I stated at him and back at myself... I am cursed but I am different.. I have been cursed since I was an infant and my cure is a Sheba but I am different now because she is my cure and she has healed me. Sarafina. "I think I have my memories back, Khan" * * *

She'd acted as though she didn't even know our duo. “Yes, Teacher Haggz?” Nonchalantly, he stated, “You attained perfect comprehension of the technique manual you were given. It's called the Eccentric Heavens cultivation technique, and only a finger list have attained perfection in it. Remember whatever you've experienced today. Be it making a breakthrough, recuperating an injury, let this technique be your base. Understand?” I stared blankly for a moment, before hurriedly nodding. He then added, “And congratulations on your breakthrough to Meditation realm.”

It glowed with a celestial radiance that pushed back the shadows of the Citadel. Silas let out a roar of pure agony, dropping her. He fell to one knee, clutching his chest as his own tattoos turned from red to a blinding, holy white. "No!" Silas snarled, his voice a distorted mix of human and beast. "Not a wolf! I will not be mated to a golden-eyed cur!" The Dragon-Madness, usually a slow burn, spiked into a frenzy. His fingernails lengthened into obsidian talons. He lunged at Aria, his hand slamming into the stone wall behind her head, shattering the rock into dust.

"But if you're looking for someone with Mira's skillset. you'll probably be out of luck." I can see Kael weighing our options, discussing whether it's worth investigating these other practitioners. But there's something in this meeting that rubs me the wrong way. The avoidance of eye contact by Kaia, the curt manner of speaking of other curse-breakers, as if she doesn't want us to linger. "What did Mira specialize in curses?" I ask. "Any kind. Transformation curses, binding spell, blood magic, empathic manipulation." Kaia's fingers pause on uttering the last of it. "She was particularly proficient in old magic. The sort that requires. unorthodox solutions."

"Don't do it," he yelled. "Elara! Stop!" I wanted to, so I gave in to it... gladly letting the darkness take me with it. ****** She was wolfless, powerless, and marked as an outcast. He was born ruthless, powerful — an Alpha feared not just in the packs, but in the underworld where blood and power rule. When Elara discovers her fated mate is the man who destroyed her pack and crushed her world, her life begins to fall apart again. He should be her protector… but to him, she is nothing but a liability he cannot afford. But fate is merciless. They tried to fight it but their bond burns too fiercely to be ignored. Will Elara risk her heart and safety for the mate who ruined

Celeste rises, very upset. "But you're not cursed. Grandma made it up because she was upset that her son died and you were left. You look a lot like him and were a painful reminder of what she lost. That's why she sent you away and why she spread such an awful rumor." Hope swells in my chest and I can't stop it. There's a possibility I might not be cursed!

“My father wasn’t selfish. You might think that he was after his contribution to your father’s death and the collapse of your pack or because he asked me to kill him… It is so he wouldn’t send the kingdom down a path we cannot return from… Without our mates, we become feral… violent, tyrannical. We lust after blood... "When my mother died, when he lost his mate, the curse restarted, he started to lose his senses, and he would lose time, like how I have before and awoken to a room full of bodies… Only a few elders know the details of this curse, sworn to secrecy, whereas the others are aware of an unbinding deal set in place, one where they wield more authority than the Alpha King… that is un