Reverse Cursed Technique Novels & Stories

It requires a large amount of energy and concentration. 'The time is finally at hand', Dorian thought to himself,' The power of the Black Spirits...shall be mine'. He looked into the black sky thinking about the Reverse Sealing that they've practised for so long. The same technique late Queen Aaliyah Reed of Theronia had performed on herself to seal the Black Spirit within her self....only difference wss that hers wasn't a Reverse seal. A reverse seal actually breaks the active seal that has been placed on a Spirit host or vessel to suppress its power, once thats done the imprisoned spirit is then freed into the world taking the life of its host. Dorians plan was to do exactly that and be

"So you agree that both techniques are the same?" She took a deep breath this time, "No! There is much more to that. Actually, You might call me a fool, but I feel like This Chaos Sequence is incomplete. There are instances in the technique that have been over-simplified so that the user's brain doesn get fried during the execution of patterns. The Chaos Sequence is kind of like a derivative, if you ask me."

The investigation report was a human experimentation log. Anyone who owned an Arclight device was implanted with a microscopic chip the moment they touched it. The chip was nearly invisible to the naked eye. Its function was simple. It made the implanted person carry out a command without question once they received the instruction. That one command would be enough to make the implanted idea impossible to remove. It was terrifying. What was even more terrifying was that the person behind this project was my ex-husband, Rick, a computer engineer.

“Declared himself a god to the entire realm. Said the curse was the dying breath of a jealous hag. He stood on the altar, blood still dripping from his claws, and shouted, ‘Let all who breathe kneel before me. I am the Alpha of all. I am divinity.’ And we believed him. Or… we tried to.” I looked over, my jaw tightening as the memory clawed its way back. “But the curse… the curse didn’t need years or rituals to take root. It worked immediately. Two nights later, I found him curled in his chamber, convulsing. Blood foaming from his mouth. He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even howl. His flesh…” I paused and swallowed hard. “His flesh peeled off in chunks. His fur sloughed like wet parchment. His eye

It feels good to be home. It was great up at the cabin, but I like being able to see my friends and work together to plan the rescue mission. The family herbal book is amazing! There is a section on generational curses and combined with what my coven mates had found I can design the perfect ritual to end this curse that plagues Damian’s bloodline. Alicia has all the herbs that I need for both the curse breaker ritual and the spell I need for the rescue. I also found a simple sleep dust recipe and some healing balm and energy bites designed specifically to increase energy reserves in wolf shifters. I have given Alicia the list of herbs for all of the recipes along with qualities I’ll need, A

She is not that selfish. There was only one way, cure him and wipe away his memory of her. It was the hardest decision but there was nothing else she could do. She held his hands and closed her eyes, she then placed her lips on his and started chanting the reverse spell in her head, making sure she also distorted the little vision he has of her. If he peharps remember his vision of her pulling him out of the tunnel, he would also see her pushing him back down. Sarafina felt drained as she finished the rites, she exhaled deeply and stared at him.

Leona was surprised. She had forgotten how to breathe. And more importantly, she forgot that she had asthma. William could sense something strange in the girl beneath him. He started to turn his face away. How surprised he was when he saw Leona who seemed to have difficulty breathing. "Gosh, Leona!" he screamed. William immediately propped up Leona's neck and chest with a pillow. He also tried to instruct Leona to start breathing. "Breathe, Leona! Take a deep breath! Breath!" Slowly, Leona followed his intruction. This was continued several times until Leona seemed to be getting better.

“Body, spirit, and soul, Alpha, Beta, Delta, Gamma, Omega, and the pack, heed my call as I drink this water, make me forget, things I need to when I need to.” I felt a sudden rush of energy surge through me and in an instant, it was gone. “Did you feel that?” “I didn’t but I can imagine what you felt. It is done.” I nodded as she gestured towards the exit. “Remember you can undo this curse by drinking from the blood of that particular thing you cannot remember." “Why? What if it is not a thing? Why can’t I just drink? This water again and reverse it?” “It doesn’t work like that, young Lord and in case what you cannot remember is not a thing or you have no idea what it is, then your willpower

"There's something in his blood that shouldn't be there in a normal human or werewolf. An inhibitor enzyme. It suppresses the curse's activity, prevents it from spreading, but at the same time, it's consuming his own body." "It's holding the curse in check," Evelyn said from the direction of the burlap sacks. "Yes. It's keeping the curse contained, but it needs to draw nutrients from the blood itself to maintain that suppression. So Brenn is getting thinner and weaker. His body is feeding the cage of his curse." Adrian picked up the tube and turned it against the light. "But if we can extract this inhibitor enzyme and reverse the process—not suppress the curse, but neutralize it—we might be

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv