บททั้งหมดของ My Blood Wizard System : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

**Chapter 92 – Blood in the Big Apple **March 19, 2031 – USSF Liberty Prime to New York Swarm Nest**The war room on Liberty Prime is a storm of voices, holograms, and barely contained panic.Admirals bark orders to fleets repositioning across orbital lanes.Scientists argue over integration codes for Shambhala wards.Military wizards scribble runes on digital pads, syncing ancient script with modern targeting arrays.I stand at the center, crown humming hot, blood-lightning crawling the table edges like impatient serpents.Remy beside me—arms crossed, coyote eyes scanning every face for weakness, rings clicking soft when he shifts.Dr. Harlan projects the latest scans—Earth rotating slow, red zones pulsing like wounds.**Dr. Harlan (voice tight):** “Swarm nests confirmed in twelve major cities worldwide. New York’s the worst—primary spire cluster rooted in Central Park, secondary tendrils spreading through subway systems and sewers. They’re consuming biomass at exponential rat

**Chapter 94 – Thames of Blood** **March 21, 2031 – New York to London Swarm Nest**I’m still in New York when the call comes.The crater in Central Park is still steaming—black ichor boiling away under the rising sun. Julian’s vampires are feeding the last stragglers to the flames, SEALs and Marines securing the perimeter, survivors emerging from subways with wide eyes and cheers.My crown hums hot, blood-lightning crackling faint—afterglow of the fight.Remy leans against a ruined tree, board dismissed, grinning coyote-wide.**Remy:** “One down. Feels good.”I nod—breath still ragged.But the system pings urgent.Rowan’s voice—strained.**Rowan:** “Celeste. London’s the big one. Three nests fused. Trinity Matriarchs. We’re converging now. Need the Storm Queen.”HUD flashes.*Priority Alert: London Nest Cluster – Threat Apocalyptic*I look east—across the Atlantic, dawn light just touching the horizon.**Celeste:** “On my way.”Remy swings up—gold board manifestin

**Chapter 96 – War ends New Love Begins **Rowan & Kayo Focus – March 23–25, 2031 – Storm Academy Dormitories**The portal back to the academy opens like a sigh of relief after holding your breath for months.One moment, the biting Antarctic wind cuts through scarred armor, ice cracking underfoot like breaking bones, the smell of void ash and purified fire still clinging to clothes and skin.The next—warm spring air rushes in, carrying cherry blossoms and the faint scent of rain on old stone, the familiar hum of academy wards wrapping around us like a mother’s embrace.Storm Academy.Home.The Court steps through together—armor scarred deep, faces etched with exhaustion and quiet victory, but alive, whole, unbreakable.Seras and Lucian first—hands linked tight, sunrise dimming to a gentle glow around her, dragon wings folded gentle against his back, copper scales catching petal light.Celeste and Remy next—crown quiet for once, coyote grin wide and relieved, his arm loose around her w

**Chapter 98 – Freshman Fire **August 2031 – Lake Hamilton High School, Pearcy, Arkansas**280 Wolf Street First day of high school, and I already feel like I’m Skateboarding into a lion’s den.Or rather a Wolves Den.Lake Hamilton High.Home of the Wolves—literal werewolves.The rival school to Lakeside, where my big sister Seras was cheer vice captain, sunrise goddess, and basically untouchable legend.Everyone in Hot Springs knows the name Nakamura now.Thanks, sis.I sling my backpack higher—plain black, no fancy runes yet—and step off the bus.with my Skateboard in hand held by the trucks. Black hoodie with the Nakamura Kanji in red on the back and a dragon Feather on a necklace from my Brother-in-law Lucian.The parking lot is packed—kids laughing, horns honking, scent of pine and lake water thick in the morning air.But under it—wolf musk.Strong.Territorial.The pack is here.I’m just a freshman fire wizard—fourteen, scrawny compared to some of these sophomores already shi

**Chapter 100 – Better Days****August 2031 – Thursday morning, Pearcy, Arkansas**Alarm hits at 6:15 a.m.—earlier than usual. I slap it silent before it can wake the house, roll out of bed already half-awake from last night’s messages still glowing in my head.Gray dawn light leaks through the blinds. I pull on black jeans, a faded Yellowcard tee under the red-kanji Nakamura hoodie, lace up my beat-up Vans. Dragon-feather necklace settles against my chest—warm, like it approves of early starts.Downstairs is quiet. Mom’s still asleep, Dad’s probably already out on the lake for his morning run. I grab a banana, scribble a note—*Out early, skating. See you after school.*—and slip out the front door with my board under my arm.Warm August air hits my face, crisp with pine and water. Street’s empty except for a couple of early joggers and the distant hum of a boat motor on the lake.I drop the board at the end of the driveway, foot on the tail, headphones in. Cue up Yellowcar