Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Blood Wizard System : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

CHAPTER 11Permission Slips & PassportsTuesday, 6:12 a.m.My alarm hadn’t even gone off and I was already pacing the kitchen in sock-feet, phone hot in my hand.Group chat – “Operation Dacia”me: passports?remy: got mine. alpha dad says “bring the pack, keep the queen safe.”seras: parents still asleep. japanese breakfast negotiation pending.julian: booking the red-eye. bucharest → cluj. private charter. no questions.Mom shuffled in, robe half-on, coffee mug already steaming.“Explain,” she said, one eyebrow arched at the whiteboard I’d hijacked:ROMANIA – MORAU CLUJ- Ana (cousin)- Crown of Dacia- Moroi queen history- 10 daysDad followed, newspaper under one arm.“International field trip?”He squinted at the board.“Cluj? That’s… Transylvania.”I inhaled.“Grandma Elowene spoke in my head last night.She’s dead, Mom.Died in 2017, right after I turned six.But her voice was real.She said I have cousins in Romania.An ancient crown.The valley’s awake and it’s calling me.”M

CHAPTER 13High School, High SyncMonday, 7:12 a.m. – Lakeside High Parking LotFrost crunched under Vans like tiny bones.Remy revved the YZ beside QUEENS 7, dagger hidden under leather jacket.Seras twirled the cloak like a scarf—invisible one second, visible the next.Crown HUD booted:STATUS: School Day 1/180Level: 2 (70% → 3)Sync: Hellebore Blade 2.0 → 109%Passive: Mist Recovery – ActiveDacia (telepathic, quiet):“Every heartbeat is a lesson.”Elowene (soft, aching):“And every choice is a scar—or a star, cariad.”Remy (kicking stand, voice low):“You okay?You’ve been quiet since the plane.”Celeste (fidgeting with locket):“Just… thinking about Elowene.She died when I was six. I barely remember her voice.Now she’s in my head every night.”Seras (stepping closer, cloak settling):“I get it. My mom still sends me texts in Japanese when I’m stressed.‘Eat rice. Be strong.’Feels like she’s watching.”Remy (hand on my shoulder):“We’re all carrying ghosts.But we’re here. Tog

CHAPTER 15First Week Back Sophomore YearFirst Day back of Sophomore Year (The Day After He Came Home)Monday, November 31 – 7:03 a.m. – Lakeside High parking lotThe second I step off Crimson Fang (titanium deck still gleaming), I feel every pair of eyes snap to me.I grew six inches over the summer.Six.I’m six-foot-even now, long legs in baggy black cargo jeans, wearing the exact same black coyote-pack hoodie Remy left me in June.It used to swallow me whole.Now it fits like it was tailored: sleeves to my wrists, hem brushing mid-thigh, still drowning in his scent because I never washed it once.And then there’s Remy.He unfolds himself from the passenger side of Calder’s truck and every conversation in the parking lot just… stops.Six months of Colorado mountain training turned my boyfriend into a weapon.Broad shoulders that weren’t there before, arms thick with new muscle under his leather jacket, jaw sharper, hair longer and wilder.He’s 6'2" now, maybe 6'3", and when he spo

CHAPTER 17The Morau Estate & The Shadow on the ValleyFriday night, December 11 – Morau family estate, BrebAna’s ancestral home is all dark wood, embroidered linens, and a hearth big enough to park a car in.We eat until we can’t move: sarmale, mămăligă with sour cream and sheep cheese, tuică that makes Remy cough and Seras grin like a demon.After dinner Ana leads me to the attic.A single candle.An old cedar box.Inside: photographs of Elowene at my age—same white-blonde hair, same crystal blue eyes i had before Julian turned Me, same quiet storm behind the smile.Ana (voice soft):“She Couldn’t wear the crown of Dacia because she was not like Dacia. But She Kept it Sealed.She Wanted you to have it or to keep it sealed to protect the ones you love. Like She did.”I trace Elowene’s face with a trembling finger.Celeste (whisper):“I’m trying to have both.”Ana (kissing my forehead):“Then keep choosing the people who remind you why you’re doing this.Never the power.”Downstairs,

CHAPTER 19Home Safe and the Transfer StudentsSaturday night / Sunday morning, December 21-22, 2026The quarry road is pitch-black except for Noah’s phone flashlight and Brittany’s nervous pacing.I jump out of Remy’s truck before he even kills the engine.Celeste (relieved):“You two okay?”Brittany (half-laugh, half-sob):“We thought you guys forgot about us.”Noah (sheepish):“Battery cables got chewed by something. Probably a raccoon.”Remy is already under the hood with a flashlight between his teeth.Thirty seconds of swearing, one spark, and the engine turns over like nothing happened.Remy (wiping grease on his jeans):“Good to go. Everyone pile in Noah’s car. I’ll follow on the bike.”We do a weird caravan shuffle: Remy on his bike behind us, Noah driving, Brittany shotgun, Seras and me squished in the back with boards across our laps.One by one we drop people off.Seras at the end of her dirt road (she fist-bumps me through the window and disappears into the trees).Remy p