Sukuna Cursed Technique Name Novels & Stories

said the Sect Leader. “Do you know the Secret Weapon Technique?” Xiao Long asked. “Hmm? Secret Weapon Technique?” The Sect Leader was confused as he heard a name he had never heard before. Xiao Long smiled and began to explain. The Secret Weapon Technique is a technique commonly used by an assassin. By throwing small objects such as needles, knives, or beads, one can make a surprise attack with high speed that makes the opponent unable to dodge.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

I asked in a calm tone as she was too scared to receive another scolding. "As I said earlier, your highness, I know I am weird and it might sound weird to tell you that I don't know the answer but it's the truth. The only thing I can tell for sure is there are some instances when just a sip of blood is enough for me." She replied in a calm manner and with all sincerity. "What about the murders? How do you manage to suck them dry if just a sip is enough for you?" I asked curiously.

I asked, voice dangerously quiet. Patron hesitated. “They’re running experiments.” The word hit like a blade. My wolf surged forward in fury. Rip him apart. I took one slow step forward, and Patron visibly stiffened. “What kind of experiments?” I demanded. “They’re attempting to suppress the wolf side,” he said quickly. “Testing chemical inhibitors. Silver saturation methods. Bond interference—” My patience snapped. “Why.” The single word came out sharp enough to cut. Patron blinked, clearly caught off guard by the intensity of it.

A loud scream tore out of the silver wolf and it fell back. Asher cracked an eye open and saw Jennifer’s tall frame through the curtain of sand, stones, branches, leaves and metal caused by the whirlwind. She emerged through it coming closer, her red hair shone like a flame around her and her green eyes sparked fire. Green light surrounded her as she repeated the spell in her ancient tongue. Her hands were stretched out and her palms held crackling green flames which she threw at the Silver wolf. It whimpered and staggered. Jennifer repeated the spell and sent the flames again. “Eh idas pytos! Eh mmancod eit!”

“It’s time to shift back.” Sofia’s wolf tilted her head, her luminous blue eyes filled with curiosity. “How do I do that?” “It’s not as hard as it seems,” Luka assured her. “Focus on your human form, picture yourself as you were before, and let the shift happen. It may feel strange at first, but you’ll get the hang of it.” Sofia’s wolf nodded, her determination evident. She closed her eyes, her body stilling as she concentrated. Slowly, the change began. Her white fur shimmered as it receded, her body reshaping itself with a fluidity that spoke to her natural strength.

She walked straight to Andrew and dropped her satchel. The room went still as she examined him. She pressed her palm to his forehead, then to his chest. Drew symbols in the air with her fingers. Whispered words in a strange language. Greg and Michael stood nearby, silent. I didn’t let go of Andrew’s hand once. After what felt like forever, Mirabel sat back, shoulders heavy. “The curse is rooted deep.” “But you can fix it?” I asked, almost afraid to breathe. Her lips pressed into a thin line. “No.”

Suri's body was covered in various bruises, each one startling to behold. Nevertheless, Chad knew very well that none of these bruises were real, as each mark on Suri's body was spontaneously formed based on her dreams. This was the eeriest aspect of cursecraft, which had a simple principle. Through cursing, distant hypnosis was applied to the intended victim. A person's birth data was like a phone number. If someone knew your phone number, they could contact you.

It sits on your chest until breathing becomes a decision instead of a reflex. I stood at the center of the Cross pack's ceremonial circle, wrapped in white I hadn't chosen, my hair braided the exact way Damien's mother believed a Luna's hair ought to be braided. Even my hands were folded the correct way, the dutiful way, because tonight had never truly belonged to me. It belonged to the pack, to tradition, to Lady Corinne's idea of what I was supposed to become.

“You ever heard of a thing called the curse of the rogue?” Annalise reached out to touch Maise’s power, but withdrew her hand quickly. “That’s… that’s not -” “That’s purity,” I confirmed. “The purity of her thoughts and intentions at every step of her life. Physically, I have tainted her, but even that was not enough to dispel her goodness. The consumption and theft of purity is the strongest form of energy for you succubi and incubi, correct?” She nodded, awestruck. “I accept, but not for you. This - she…”