Mei Mei Cursed Technique Novels & Stories

Kaze calmly said, “If I am correct, Myra is controlled by someone. I think the curse is called Puppet’s Curse. “The victim will fall under control of the caster and it is usually used to assassinate targets from afar, or do something more conveniently. It’s quite a useful curse. “However, to awaken the potential strength in the puppet, it takes a heavy toll on the body.” Back when Kaze served on the battlefield, a grandmaster specialized in curse techniques tried to assassinate him before so he knew how vicious the curse could be. “What…” Hamlin widened his eyes in fear. He did not expect Myra’s condition to be this severe.

I got flustered and was rendered speechless when Caleb, without a word, held my face, disabling me to move. “I'm a tad curious...” He uttered in a whisper and looked into my eyes. I couldn't move and say anything while staring into his hypnotizing eyes. “Would you jump from a cliff, if I tell you so?” He asked the question like hypnosis and once again, I saw the blue specks of his eyes glow and changed into a darker shade between red and black. I shook my head to clear my vision, in case I was imagining again, and maybe I was right since his eyes were back to a normal blue again.

It threw the rod towards Mane after it announced the name of its technique and Mane watched dumfounded as the rod grew larger and larger. “It can already use techniques? You must kill it here and now. It cannot be allowed to grow any further” 1st told Mane. If Abe saw what was going on, he would have been very surprised. After all, the technique the Possessed used was the same one he faced before his opponent became a Possessed. Sword lights and blade lights clashed with the huge rod and produced a deafening sound. *Boom* Seeing that the rod was still right on course, Mane used another technique. “4 Way Cut: Perfect Square”

“Then tell me, what are the signs we learned? The things someone feels when they meet their mate?” I signed dramatically, “A strong connection, the ability sensed the scent of their partner, and craving it so much, that they would be able to part with them, and once marked, the bond strengthens “Tessy, you’re overthinking things,” I said with a shrug. “It’s been two thousand years now since the moon goddess cursed the werewolf clan, do you really think she’d just lift the curse suddenly?” I wave my hand dismissively. “Yes, the moon goddess lifts the curse because she couldn’t stand watching our precious Mildred suffer for a crime she didn’t commit,” Tessy said dramatically, giggling.

It wanted to consume me completely and use my body to destroy Matteo. But then I felt something else. A warmth that seemed to come from Soraya even though she was several feet away from me. It was like our mate bond was actively helping me contain the curse and keep it under control. I focused on that warmth and used it to reinforce the barriers holding the curse back. The pressure decreased slightly and I was able to push the curse down deep enough that it was not an immediate threat anymore. Matteo attacked again and I met him in the middle of the circle. We collided with so much force that I felt another rib crack but I did not care anymore. All I cared about was winning this fight and pr

It’s that bad. I’m pretty sure I’m cursed. My parents insist I’m not, but let’s be real: I was born blind. The healers didn’t know why, and they couldn’t fix it. It wasn’t until after four years of daily prayers to the moon goddess that I got my sight. Everyone still looks at me like I’m cursed. I’m washed up. Too pale. My dark hair is thin and short. I’m tall but too skinny. I always keep my head down.

Zelda. Brenda's hands tightened on my shoulders. "Remember what I said? It ends here," she hissed. I swallowed hard and fretfully turned back to look behind me, I wanted to push her off me but I also knew that any wrong move from me would make the situation worse. Suddenly, A car screeched loudly to a halt nearby, distracting Brenda momentarily. As she turned, a stranger emerged—a man with blazing golden eyes. My gazes locked on his, and a surge of energy coursed through me. Strength I'd never known surged through my limbs.

"You three. Come with us!" Mei stood slowly, deliberately, like a predator preparing to strike. "And if we refuse?" The man raised his weapon, aiming at her chest with silver-core rounds loaded and ready. "Then you die here in this cell!" Mei smiled wickedly, showing teeth. "I was hoping you'd say that!" With that, she moved faster than human eyes could track. Her hand shot through the bars, grabbed his wrist, and twisted with supernatural strength. Bone snapped with an audible crack and the weapon clattered to the floor while the man's scream echoed through concrete corridors.

“Not me. The second-born. Her shadow.” Her voice darkened, like smoke curling around old wounds. “And then she died. And I had him. Finally. And even then, it wasn’t enough. Because every time he looked at you, John, he saw her. Not me. Never me.” She stepped back from the bars, eyes gleaming with a twisted kind of pride. “You were protected from the knowledge of what you truly were. Yet you were the very thing I could never compete with.” “You are cursed, John. Cursed.”

he shrieks in pain and Ayame lets go of him. “So are you up for it?” “Up for what?” he asks acting innocently. Ayame tries to reach for his cheeks but Seirei sighs and continues- “I don’t know the entire thing but my mother said that I was cursed by the witch of time or something and the only way I could every return to being a normal human was by either slaying her or some other forbidden methods that I don’t know of…” “So, your position is kind of similar to what Akki is in.”