Shadow Possession Jutsu Hand Sign Novels & Stories

“Take me home. I need to get my things.” He closes the gap between us in a split second, one arm wrapping around my waist in a firm hold and the other on my head. My face twists into a scowl, but I don't protest and stay still. I doubt he'll harm me, and he can't access my memories even if he tries. “Close your eyes, and think of your home.” I hear his voice in my mind. I follow his instructions, and the moment I open my eyes, we're on my front porch. His arms are still around my waist, holding me steady.

Silly her she thought it was only to make her suffer. “Yes!” It was amazing how the energy remained despite her opening her lips, almost as though it could think and exist of itself. “There’s a rubber-like hand latched on your shoulder. What now?” “Your hand.” Sheels stole a glance at her shoulder. She certainly couldn’t see hands in there, though she could feel the air around her a little bit intercepted, so it must need to materialize in order to push souls. “Try a different sign, but don’t break all binding. You might lose your energy.”

Torren raised both hands. The ring sat on his right. “Wrong hand.” Varek smiled. “Unless the image was reversed.” Shigure crossed the room and knelt beside the broken signal stone. He pressed two fingers to the black line. “This was not sent through wolf blood.” Cassian joined him. “Memory magic.” Kiyomi’s face tightened. “Astraya.” The blue crown above her flickered. A woman’s voice came softly through her mouth. “Not mine.” Hayate stared at her.

“Is this... a human palm?” Both Alex and Zendaya hiding in the dark, were wide-eyed, staring intently at the huge hand that stretched out of the coffin. Not only was the hand huge, but it was full of long green hair. As it grabbed onto the coffin lid with a boom, the green hair danced wildly. Furthermore, a rush of massive, mysterious force vibrated from that palm. It immediately formed a shock wave and a stream of tsunami-like earth-shattering mental coercion so that people involuntarily wanted to kneel and worship it.

What he cared was only what his master thought of him. He lifted his paw and put it on top of Wu Shi Jian's hand and the moment he took it away, a pentagram appeared on the back of Wu Shi Jian's hand. "This.." Wu Shi Jian stared at the pentagram mark on his hand, clearly dumbfounded. "Don't worry, others won't be able to see it. This mark will shine bright red when it's near the person who gave you that curse." Bai Hu said and returned to Ming Yue's side. "I see.." Wu Shi Jian bowed slightly, "I am in your debt."

like a recognition. The giant shadow shrieked, recoiling. Its silver eyes closed one by one, as if wounded by mere light. "Impossible!" it cried, its voice cracking. "Your blood was meant only to lock, not!" Siron gave it no time. He charged forward, his glowing palm raised. He had no plan, only instinct. He pressed his palm, wet with the mixture of blood and tears, against the floor of the treehouse, right beside the symbol of the two bound souls.

Asura was dismissive. "Of course he can. Tell him to switch places with you. I'll say something." Ki Janggan Nayantaka finally wanted to help. He got up and stood towards Asura. Quickly, Asura changed places with Arya Santanu. Ki Janggan Nayantaka immediately made white flames on his five fingertips. The technique of flowing pure inner energy into the fingertips that formed the small flames was a technique to break the seal. "Five-finger restraint technique!" Ki Janggan Nayantaka slammed his palm into Arya Santanu's chest.

He ignored the injuries that gnawed at his soul and cackled loudly. “You are quite spirited for someone whose lungs have ruptured,” Master Subhuti commented as he slowly made his way over to the Heavenly Demon. Indeed, that seemingly insignificant palm was actually a powerful technique called Shaking Heavens. It was a skill so strong that no weapon could handle it, so Master Subhuti usually delivered it with his own body. However, that also meant that he received a huge penalty for using it. “Is it true that you will be unable to gather your energy properly in the next twenty seconds?” Heavenly Demon Kim Min laughed as he asked.

James appeared before her, grabbing the man with an illusory hand and lifting him off the ground. Thea immediately withdrew her Genesis Lotus. She staggered a few steps, and her beautiful face paled. The powerhouse beside the young man shouted, “Young Master!” Before he could intervene, James’ Genesis had already enveloped his young master. James reached out his palm, covered in a black glove, and suspended the man in the air. The elderly powerhouses said surprisedly, “Genesis Suppression? Are you also a powerhouse at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank? James ignored his question and raised the young man higher into the air.

For the first time, our equal standing felt like a collision of two stars, each trying to consume the other before the void did. The First Sovereign’s shadow-army didn't wait for our domestic war to conclude. One of them lunged, its blade whistling toward Dante’s spine. I reacted before he did, my silver-stained fingers snapping out to catch the shadow’s wrist. The feedback was a sickening jolt of cold, but I didn't let go. I channeled the "Third Signature" through my own body, a violent surge of black energy that turned the shadow into a cloud of ash. Dante stared at my hand, then at me. The power shift was instantaneous. I wasn't just the carrier anymore; I was the weapon.