All Chapters of My Blood Wizard System : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHAPTER 62The City That Thunder ForgotSeptember 14, 2029 – 3 thousand meters below the Black SeaThe drowned capital doesn’t rise.It remembers.The moment the submarine crosses the outer ring of broken columns, the water pressure vanishes.We’re suddenly sitting in a perfect sphere of air, thirty meters wide, lit by violet lightning that dances along the seafloor like it’s been waiting three millennia for me.The city is still breathing.Black marble palaces covered in barnacles shaped like screaming faces.Streets paved with stormglass that still sparks when you step on it.Statues of Dacian storm-priests, eyes replaced by pearls the size of my fist, crowns cracked but glowing.And at the center:a ziggurat made of petrified thunderclouds, frozen mid-roar.On its summit: the Thunder Crown.Exact twin of the one burning against my temple, but bigger, wilder, alive.It’s beating.Like a second heart.The submarine’s lights die.Riku swears in old Japanese.Aki just whispers, “We’re

CHAPTER 64First Day of Year TwoSeptember 15, 2030 – Blackbird-Coyote Island, Aerie AcademyThe dorm has officially seceded from reality.It’s now a private floating island the size of a small city, tethered to Aerie by a single titanium half-pipe that arcs across the sky like a promise.We wake up to sunrise poured straight into our veins (same way we woke up the first day of freshman year).Only now the sunrise is ours.Remy is already on the porch swing that still smells like his grandmother, coffee in one hand, my waist in the other.I’m wearing his old Calder-Tsatoke hoodie and nothing else, legs thrown over his lap, rings catching the light every time we move.The new constellation above us (blackbird carrying sun, coyote tracks, dragon wings, fox tails, book pages, tiny black holes) has been officially named by the university:The Court of the Unbroken Storm.Students call it “the Pack Star.”Our wrist oath-marks glow soft violet and gold in perfect sync.A new banner hangs fr

CHAPTER 66Cold Hands, Hot ScalesI woke up in chains.Not the fun kind.Silver manacles, etched with runes that glowed sickly green, locked my wrists to a metal chair bolted to a concrete floor. The room smelled like mildew, old blood, and chicory coffee. A single bulb swung overhead, throwing shadows that looked like wings.Across from me sat the leather-jacket vampire, elbows on his knees, watching me like I was a bomb with a lit fuse.He hadn’t bothered to chain himself. Arrogant or polite; I hadn’t decided.“Morning, princess,” he said. “Sleep well?”I tested the manacles. The runes burned. My scales (still there, faint but visible) flared in answer, trying to melt the silver. The runes just drank the heat and glowed brighter.“Peachy,” I croaked. My throat felt like I’d gargled lava. “You always greet girls with kidnapping, or am I special?”“Special,” he said, and the word tasted like sin. “Name’s Thorne Blackwood. You’re in the basement of the Crescent Academy holding cells. A

CHAPTER 68The Infirmary Rule: No Biting (Technically)The infirmary smelled like sage, antiseptic, and bad decisions.Thorne carried me through the double doors like I weighed nothing, kicked them shut behind us, and set me on the closest bed with a gentleness that felt criminal.The room was empty (white curtains, moonlight filtering through iron-barred windows, a tray of silver instruments that looked more torture than treatment).He locked the door.Click.My pulse spiked so hard my scales lit up like runway lights.“Relax,” he said, rolling up his sleeves. “I’m not going to bite you.”“Yet,” I muttered.He shot me a look that could have melted steel.The fever was worse now: skin on fire, dragon blood boiling, every heartbeat trying to claw its way out of my chest. I gripped the edge of the bed to keep from shaking apart.Thorne grabbed a crystal bowl from the counter, filled it with something that smelled like frost and lightning, then knelt in front of me.“Shirt off,” he order

CHAPTER 70The Sanctum of First BloodThey took us to the oldest part of the academy: a circular chamber buried beneath the roots of the original dragon-nest tree.Stone walls veined with living fire, ceiling open to the night sky, moonlight pouring straight down like liquid silver.The floor was carved with one massive sigil:a crescent moon devouring a flame.Thorne carried me across the threshold and the doors sealed behind us with a sound like a heartbeat stopping.Elowen stood at the edge of the circle, wings folded, face unreadable.“Sunrise is in four hours,” she said. “After that, the mark will finish itself whether you want it to or not.You have until then to decide:- Sever the bond (I cut the mark out, you both live, but you’ll never touch again without agony).- Complete the bond (you finish the Sanguis Draconis on your own terms, and you become the living key to the Veil).”She placed an obsidian dagger on the floor between us.“One drop of willing blood from each of you