All Chapters of My Blood Wizard System : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter 142 — After the TasteCeleste spent the morning in the quiet aftermath of power.The house was still waking when she returned to the desk, but she did not let the movement of the world interrupt her. One part of her wanted to pace, to test the edges of what had changed until the truth gave way. Another part, the steadier part, insisted on patience. So she chose the table, the samples, and the hard, unromantic work of looking again.The gold ichor sat in two small vials beneath the pale spill of daylight. Even after what she had taken, they looked untouched by ordinary time. One sample had come from Kojin, the other from Nico. Both were divine blood, both carried that impossible shimmer of old power, and both had entered her body without tearing her apart. That alone should have felt like a victory.Instead, it felt incomplete.The crowns in her chest had gone quiet after the demand they had placed in her dreams and waking mind. Their buzz, which had seemed so urgent only hours

Chapter 144 — Old FriendsBy the time Celeste and Remy turned their attention back to the pack, the house had already settled into its usual rhythm of work, noise, and half-finished plans. The hunt for the Moroi path could wait a little longer. The pack could not.Celeste liked that about the pack house. It never let her forget what mattered in the present tense. There were always boots by the door, dishes in the sink, someone arguing over chores, and somebody else pretending not to listen while listening very closely. The humans in their orbit made that life steadier, not smaller. That was the difference she had learned to respect.Remy was in the kitchen with Jonas and one of the younger wolves, checking supply lists for the week, when Celeste came in with a stack of folded laundry under one arm. He looked up at her, and the quiet understanding between them was immediate. No grand speech, no formal planning. Just the shared decision to do the necessary things before the bigger quest

Chapter 146 — The Pattern DeepensCeleste spent the evening at her desk with the dead crow, the bark, and a page of notes that was already starting to look like a map she did not yet trust. The house around her moved through its normal motions—pots clinking in the kitchen, a laugh from downstairs, the soft thud of a door closing—but none of it reached her cleanly. Her attention stayed on the objects spread before her, and on the sense that whatever had been left in the west tree line was only the first sentence of a much longer message.Remy sat across from her, quiet for once, one ankle resting over the opposite knee as he watched her work. He had learned when to interrupt and when not to. Tonight was one of the latter. He only leaned forward when she picked up the bark again and turned it beneath the lamplight.The carved lines were shallow enough to miss if you were not already looking for trouble. Celeste traced them with a fingertip, then set the bark down with controlled care. “

Chapter 148 — Son of Ares For a single breath, Celeste thought the danger in the courtyard had passed. The demigod had broken apart under the force of the Hellebore and her binding work, and Nico was still standing. Students were moving again. Voices were returning. The warding around BludHeaven Academy had even begun to knit itself back into place. It should have felt like a win. Then the apparition peeled away. It did not vanish so much as reveal what it had been all along: an image, a projection, a mask of intent laid over distance. The true source of the attack had never been in the courtyard at all. It had been Jason Scott, son of Ares, working through a discreet, cruel piece of magic to end Nico Black without exposing himself too soon. The failure hit him hard. Celeste saw the change in the air before she saw him. Anger had a scent. This one was sharp, hot, and unmistakably war-born. The projection’s collapse seemed to snap something inside Jason Scott, and the answer

Chapter 150 — Gold in the BloodThe corridor still rang from the collision.Light cracked across the walls in jagged streaks, and for one suspended heartbeat Celeste could not tell where Jason ended and the impact began. Then she saw the wound.It opened along his arm in a bright, ugly line, and what should have been ordinary blood did not fall the way blood ought to. It flashed gold in the air, thick and radiant, catching the hall lights as it spilled. The sight hit Celeste harder than the blow had.Gold ichor.Not hers. Not the samples in her notes. This was living power, hot and volatile and wrong in a way that made the crowns in her chest lurch awake all at once.Jason hissed and jerked back, furious more than hurt, but Celeste was already moving.“No,” she said under her breath, not to him, but to the blood.She had seen divine residue before. She had tasted it. She had survived it. But this was different. This was in motion, raw and uncontrolled, and the first wild instinct it s