All Chapters of My Blood Wizard System : Chapter 71 - Chapter 75

CHAPTER 71The Hot Springs ContingentThe Mississippi was still burning when the sky tore open a second time.A perfect ring of violet fire bloomed above the river, smelling of cedar smoke, hot asphalt, and sweet tea gone feral.A matte-black 1970 Chevy pickup shot through the rift like a bullet, tires screaming, and slammed onto the levee hard enough to make the ground jump.The driver’s door kicked open with a boot.Remy Tsatoke stepped out.Tall, copper-skinned Caddo, long black braid swinging down his back, Lakeside Rams letterman jacket (crimson sleeves, white body, big red ram head snarling across the shoulders) hanging open over bare, scarred chest. A copper-wrapped baseball bat rested easy on one shoulder like it had grown there. Coyote shifter, trickster-blessed by Chulëkonsis himself, grinning like the world owed him money and he’d come to collect with interest.Right behind him, Celeste Valentina Morau Tsatoke rolled in on a blood-red skateboard that hovered an inch off the

CHAPTER 73The First Hand and The Last HandThe moment our feet crossed the chalk line, the world folded like a deck of cards being shuffled.One blink: pine forest and moonlight.Next blink: an endless starlit plain under a sky that had too many moons and not enough rules.In the center stood a single round table carved from the trunk of the World Tree (roots still growing through the legs, leaves whispering secrets in languages that died before humans had names).Four chairs were already occupied.Coyote (still in his zoot suit) lounged sideways in one, boots on the table, dealing cards that flickered between paper and living flame.Across from him sat a woman made of storm clouds and galaxies, eyes like colliding nebulae (Raven, older than stories, trickster of the North).To her left: an enormous serpent whose scales were every color that ever hurt to look at (Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered One, wearing a smile that tasted like sunrise).To the right: a figure wrapped head to toe in

Chapter 75 – They Say No One Dies From LoveDecember 14, 2030 – Aerie Academy, then XibalbaThey say no one dies from love.Well, I might just be the first.It starts with a week that is actually, infuriably normal.Classes. Office hours where freshmen cry because Rowan rewrote gravity again. Kayo teaching “Intro to Chaos” by turning the cafeteria into a zero-G rave. Nerida winning the void-skate championship while literally eating a black hole for style points. Remy and I sneaking off to the floating island every night just to breathe the same air and pretend the universe isn’t trying to kill us again.Seven whole days of ordinary married-student legend life.Then Thursday happens.I wake up and the bed is cold on his side.No note. No scent trail. No heartbeat in the pack bond.Just the faint smell of wet limestone and marigolds.The kind of flowers you leave for the dead.I’m in the council chamber in under thirty seconds, still in his T-shirt and panic.The others are