Reverse Cursed Technique Novels & Stories

Once each new crescent, and my strength explodes with little care of what it destroys. The gate groaned as it was slowly opened, and a mouldy piece of bread was thrown at my feet. A pitiful gesture to the monster they’d been conditioned to see me as. My father, the infamous Alpha had thrown me in the dephts of the Seven Tower Gate, a prison inside the Organization’s clutches. To the world, Opal had died – a lie spun out of thin air to keep their eyes and ears away. The truth was far less heartwrenching- I was the result of a witch’s curse, a hex cast on my mother, the woman my father murdered when he destroyed Beacon Hill City. The curse had distorted my fate, making me a threat to anyone I

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.

I don’t know if I will be strong enough to perform this successfully but it’s now or never. “Reversa Tatama!” using a basic spell that could create a boomerang effect, I fused my wind attribute and half of my remaining mana in the redirecting spell. And from above I raised my hand and wand; looking down at the opponent I pushed the accumulated power with all my might letting the vice-captain have a taste of her own medicine.

He had mastered the technique, and combined with Philip’s good tea and wine, he had almost recovered. Esther looked at Jamie in puzzlement, wondering what surprised him so much. “Who gave you this thing? Or did you discover it yourself?” Jamie held the booklet tightly. He did not think Carlos discovered it. He knew Carlos too well, and this was not his forte. Esther finally got her turn, and her breathing stuttered after a glance at the booklet. “This technique has been modified. I tried it out earlier and found that all the negative energy in my body disappeared.” With Jamie's encouragement, Esther used the technique and broke her curse.

What a weakling. Shuddering nonstop and starting to irritate me, he wheezes and speaks in a scratchy voice, “T-the Array of…Bane?” I frown now, “You’ve got a second to spill all you know. How do you reverse its effects?” My grave voice rattles the human and he fearfully forces his reply, “I-it uh, it’s an irreversible curse- Ahh!”

There is a photo there. The photo is that of a woman in her fifties with steel-gray hair and piercing eyes that seem to look right through the camera. There is something very familiar about her face, but I just can't remember where I have seen it before. I photograph several pages in her book, the ones that cover binding symbols and curse-breaking techniques. According to her research, there are only a few types of individuals who can safely reverse multi-layered curse magic: veteran witches who have studied for decades, blood relatives of the curser, and what she calls "Empathic Nullifiers."

I inquired knowing fully well that Cheryl didn't dabble in the dark arts. “Yeah, that's the one, and it was to bind a curse I got from my former pack,” she answered, and I nodded, knowing that she wasn't telling me everything. My cock had a mind of its own and seeing the sheer dress rising up on my prize all thoughts of deception vanished as I leaned over her to touch her curly covered cunt. Sliding my thick fingers through her folds at her entrance I stuck my middle finger up inside and gazed up at her face. Her walls were tight against my finger, but dry.

Beelzebub nodded his head as Crocell comforted me with a hug, placing a kiss on my head as if to say it wasn’t my fault. It really isn’t but if I knew how I was cursed, it would help a lot. “What do you have?” Crocell asked while still hugging me close. “Well… we all thought the curse is indestructible as long as fates permits it, and as long as the one who placed the curse is alive—of course, we can’t kill your father unless we want to wage war with heaven and promptly tip the universe’s balance and destroy pretty much everything you can imagine.” Beelzebub waved his hand and showed an ancient looking paper. “This is a Celtic manuscript that had information on curses—well, to make the story

' 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 entity intoned, its voice a chorus of a thousand dead ancestors. Faced with absolute execution, my survival instincts overrode the sovereign paralysis binding my limbs. I didn't try to pull against King Alaric’s gravity; instead, I utilized a forbidden Crescent transformation technique, Anatomical Rupture. I deliberately shattered the bone matrix of my own left wrist, liquefying the joint structure so my hand could slip clean out of the silver gauntlet anchoring me to the stone pillar. CRUNCH.