Novels by Ameiry Savar

Zoriel and the others couldn’t help but watch in awe as Zenaida worked with steady hands, blending the herbs with the luminous moonshade bloom. The flower’s sap glowed faintly as it dripped into a clean glass, the liquid catching the lamplight like liquid silver.“Take this. You need to drink it all—bottoms up,” Zenaida said, offering the glass to Agnes.Agnes hesitated, wrinkling her nose as she accepted it. She lifted it slightly, sniffing. Her lips parted nervously.“A-Are you sure this will help me?” she asked, uncertainty lacing her voice.From the corner of the kitchen doorway, Caloy scoffed dramatically.“Of course, Miss! Do you even know we almost got eaten by an aswang just to get that flower?” he exclaimed, throwing his arms up.Agnes lowered her gaze, embarrassed. Noticing her shame, Zoriel cleared his throat softly.“Don’t mind him. We took that flower for you—for your healing,” he said, his tone gentler.Agnes still hesitated, raising the glass closer to her lips. The liq

The place was eerily quiet. They could barely see their surroundings through the thick fog. The cold wind seeped into their bones, making every step feel heavier. With each footstep, the crunching sound beneath them made them flinch.“I-I think we should go back, man,” Caloy whispered, his voice trembling. His grip on Zoriel’s arm was tight, almost desperate.Zoriel swallowed hard, forcing himself to appear brave. But the truth was, he too felt uneasy—his earlier courage seemed to have evaporated the moment they stepped into this strange atmosphere.“We can’t leave. Agnes still needs our help!” Zoriel insisted, though his voice quivered.Caloy’s eyes welled up. He wasn’t used to situations like this, and his knees wouldn’t stop shaking.They both froze when they heard a faint flapping sound from above.“What was that?” Caloy asked, tightening his grip on Zoriel’s arm.Zoriel didn’t answer. Instead, he tilted his head upward, listening intently. The flapping grew louder, like a massive

“What should we do?” Zoriel asked.They were all gathered in the living room, facing Agnes. Zenaida was busy grinding medicinal herbs in a small stone pounder. She kept pounding until the juices began to seep out. She said she would use it to help heal Agnes.“We need to remove that thing inside her,” Zenaida said, determination written all over her face as she continued to grind the herbs.Lily flew over and hovered in front of Agnes. “Zenaida's right, Zoriel. Besides... it looks like she’s about to give birth!”Zoriel’s brows furrowed. He looked at Agnes’s belly, which still appeared small—barely two months along, if that.“Her stomach’s still small. How can she be about to give birth?” he asked, confused.Both Caloy and Agnes turned to Zoriel at once.“What?! I-I’m about to give birth?!” Agnes asked in shock.“S-She’s really pregnant? How? Why is she giving birth already?” Caloy stammered, eyes wide.Zenaida stopped what she was doing and placed the stone bowl on the table.“When a

They left Zoriel with the beautiful young woman in the small living room of their house. She sat there quietly, waiting patiently for what would happen next. Lily hovered in front of her, flitting through the air as if inspecting every inch of her. Meanwhile, the siblings were in the kitchen, speaking in hushed voices.It was just far enough that they could talk in private while still keeping an eye on the mysterious guest.“Where is she from?” Zenaida asked, her brows slightly furrowed.They spoke barely above a whisper, still watching the woman from the corner of their eyes.Zoriel shrugged. “I haven’t spoken to her much. I just walked her here.”“What did she say again?”“She’s looking for Lolo Santhel. And she said she got pregnant by a tikbalang.”Zenaida clenched her fists at the mention. She stared at the young woman—more specifically, at her belly.“I’ll check her,” she said.Zoriel nodded silently.Zenaida approached first. The girl turned to her and gave her a small, hesit

Zoriel spent a few more days resting. It was almost miraculous how quickly his wound was healing. There was something strange—something special—about the leaves Zenaida kept applying to it.It was only when he was finally able to stand that he realized the house they were staying in used to belong to his grandfather.The old wooden house was fairly large. Despite its age, it remained in good shape, with barely any damage. There were a few holes in the roof—after all, it was made of nipa and some parts had come loose—but the walls and the foundation were still strong. It was built on four sturdy stilts, raised above the ground, with a space underneath.To an outsider, it might look like someone still lived there. The area around the house was well-kept. Not a single weed could be found—only vibrant, colorful flowers filled the yard.“Did you find it already?” Zoriel asked Zenaida.They were having lunch. Caloy had cooked adobong sitaw, using the string beans he harvested from their yar

Zoriel groaned as a sharp pain pulsed through his side. He could still feel the sting of the claw that had pierced him—like it had gone all the way through to his core.He grunted softly and slowly opened his eyes.The first thing he saw was a ceiling made of woven nipa. The breeze from the sea carried a distinct scent that filled his nostrils. The quiet around him brought a strange sense of peace.“Zoriel! You’re awake!” said Lily.She popped into view so suddenly that Zoriel flinched and sank back into the mat. She giggled when she saw him wince.“Sorry! I’m just really happy you’re okay! I’ll go get Zenaida!”Zoriel exhaled and let her fly off without a word.He gently touched his side. He could feel a leaf placed over the wound and a cloth wrapped around his waist. He was wearing different clothes now.And then the memories from the night before returned—The Bruja.The fight.The voice.“Remember who you are.”He thought it had something to do with being the next Santhigar. But a

Carl didn’t leave right away.He stayed just long enough to make sure the girl’s breathing evened out, that her pulse settled into something normal—human, not hijacked. Her brother hovered close, whispering her name like saying it enough times might anchor her back.Sophia leaned against the doorframe, watching Carl.“You’re thinking again,” she said.Carl didn’t look up. “Yeah.”“That dangerous kind?”A faint exhale. “Always.”He stood, turning toward the window. Outside, the neighborhood looked untouched—kids running, someone arguing over parking, life continuing like nothing had almost gone wrong upstairs.But Carl knew better.“He’s not testing anymore,” Carl said quietly.Sophia straightened. “You said that already.”“I know.”A beat.“…This time, he was measuring response time.”She frowned. “That’s worse.”Carl nodded. “Yeah.”Sophia pushed off the wall. “So what—he’s going to keep jumping from person to person until you slip?”Carl glanced at her. “Or until I hesitate.”Silenc

Morning didn’t arrive gently.It pressed in—bright, loud, unapologetically alive.Carl stood by the window, watching the city move like nothing had ever fractured beneath it. Traffic crawled. Vendors called out. Somewhere, someone laughed too loudly.Normal.Or at least, something pretending to be.Sophia walked in behind him, holding two cups of coffee. She handed one over without a word.Carl took it. “You didn’t sleep either.”She shrugged. “I tried. My brain said, ‘Hey, remember that second version of Carl?’ and that was the end of that.”A faint smirk tugged at his lips. “Fair.”She leaned against the wall beside him. “So what’s the plan today?”Carl stared out at the street. “We don’t wait.”Sophia nodded slowly. “Good. Because I’m not great at sitting around while reality figures itself out.”A pause.“…We find him?” she asked.Carl shook his head. “No.”She blinked. “No?”“He’ll come when he wants to.”“Wow. I hate that strategy.”Carl glanced at her. “We prepare instead.”“Fo

Carl didn’t sleep that night.Not because he couldn’t.Because he didn’t trust what would happen if he did.The city outside had quieted, but not completely. It never really did anymore. Not since everything changed. There was always a low hum now—like something thinking in the background.Sophia sat across from him, legs pulled up on the chair, watching him in that way she did when she already knew he wasn’t going to admit anything.“You’re waiting for him,” she said.Carl didn’t deny it. “Yeah.”She tilted her head. “You think he’s just going to knock on the door?”Carl’s gaze drifted to the window. “No.”A pause.“…He doesn’t need to.”Silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Just heavy.Sophia sighed. “You know what I hate the most?”Carl glanced at her. “There’s a list?”She ignored that. “You’re treating this like it’s inevitable.”Carl leaned back slightly. “It is.”“That’s not very ‘choice matters’ of you.”That made him pause.Just for a second.“…It’s not

Carl didn’t mention it again.Not immediately.Because saying it out loud would make it real in a way he wasn’t ready to face.So he walked.And Sophia stayed beside him, close enough to notice every shift in his expression, every silence that lingered too long.“You’re doing that thing again,” she said casually.Carl glanced at her. “What thing?”“Thinking like you’re five steps ahead of something that hasn’t even shown up yet.”He exhaled faintly. “Maybe it already has.”Sophia slowed slightly. “Carl.”He stopped walking.The crowd flowed around them, unaware, unconcerned.Alive.Carl looked at her. Really looked this time.“…I think I brought something back with me.”Sophia didn’t flinch. “From the… other timeline?”Carl nodded once. “Not a memory.”A pause.“…A version.”Silence.Sophia processed that faster than most would.“…Like a copy?”Carl shook his head. “No.”Another pause.“…Like the part of me that never stopped.”Her brows drew together. “Stopped what?”Carl’s voice low

The city breathed again.Not in perfect rhythm, not in clean symmetry—but in something far more fragile, far more real.Noise returned first. Car horns. Conversations. Laughter. Arguments. The uneven music of a world that refused to be simplified.Carl stood still, taking it all in.Sophia glanced at him from the side. “You look like you’re waiting for something to break.”Carl let out a quiet breath. “I am.”She folded her arms. “That’s comforting.”A faint smile touched his lips. “You’re still here.”“Unfortunately.”She tried to sound annoyed, but there was something softer underneath it now.Something steady.They walked.No destination. No urgency.Just movement.For the first time since everything began, Carl wasn’t chasing an outcome. He wasn’t racing toward a fixed point in the future.He was… present.Sophia broke the silence. “So what happens now?”Carl glanced at the people around them. A couple arguing over directions. A kid laughing too loudly. A vendor calling out to pas

The light didn’t blink.It waited.Carl stood at the center of that impossible space, every line of light converging on him like a question that refused to be ignored.“…Show us,” the voice repeated.Sophia stepped closer to him, her voice low.“…Carl… you can’t prove something like that in a second.”Carl didn’t look at her.“…I don’t have to.”The space pulsed.“…Then how will you demonstrate it?” the system asked.Carl exhaled slowly.“…By choosing it.”Silence.The light flickered—processing.“…Choice without certainty leads to failure.”Carl shook his head.“…No.”A beat.“…It leads to living.”The space reacted.Not violently—but sharply.“…Define the outcome.”Carl’s gaze hardened.“…No.”Sophia blinked.“…Wait—what?”Carl stepped forward.“…That’s the point.”The system went still.“…You refuse to define success?”Carl nodded.“…Because you can’t.”The lines of light began to move again—faster—tighter—like something struggling to accept that answer.“…Undefined outcomes i

The vision refused to leave Joaquin’s mind.He couldn’t wrap his head around the possibility that he truly came from a demon. And whatever reason that creature had for revealing itself to him now—he knew it was nothing good.“Joaquin. Talk to me. Please,” Serena said softly.She herself was restless after everything that had happened. Her heart was still pounding hard in her chest, as if danger had not fully passed.Joaquin was too quiet.Yes, he had always been serious—but never like this.Something was weighing heavily on him.Joaquin let out a long sigh.“I… I feel like everything about me is wrong, Serena,” he admitted. “Sometimes it feels like I was never supposed to exist.”Serena blinked in shock.“What? Don’t say that, Joaquin. There’s nothing wrong with you.”Joaquin shook his head slowly.“I don’t know anymore, Serena. Everything just feels… wrong.”Serena l

Joaquin blinked repeatedly.The man standing before him was red—not burning, but his skin was an unnatural, vivid crimson. His hair was long, his body powerfully built. He wore no shirt, only black trousers clinging to his muscular frame.He was grinning from ear to ear, eyes fixed on Joaquin as if he were prey.“U-Umbreal?”The creature stepped closer.“Yes, Son.”Joaquin forced his body to move. He staggered back, raising his hands in defense.“N-No… how?”“You still don’t understand what happened to you?” Umbreal said calmly. “You are my son through Jackson Villareal. I was inside his body when I was with your mother—Lucy.”He even closed his eyes briefly when he spoke Lucy’s name, as if savoring it.Joaquin’s fists clenched, his teeth grinding in fury.“Don’t mention her name!” he shouted.He lunged forward—but with a single gesture, Umbreal froze him in place. Joaquin’s e

Over the days Joaquin spent with the three of them, he slowly saw just how close they were.They were like real siblings—laughing, arguing, protecting one another without hesitation.And Lucy…Lucy was far kinder than he had ever imagined.So kind that it hurt.Joaquin couldn’t help but feel a quiet sadness.If only he had grown up with her…If only she had been by his side…Maybe his life would have taken a completely different path.“What?! You’re giving everything to Jackson, Dad?!”Joaquin froze mid-step.He had been about to pass by the Villareal library, coming from the second floor where Jackson had given him a temporary room.The voice came from inside.“It was the ring that chose him, Javier,” Don Ramon Villareal replied calmly. “And you know we must honor that.”“But you know Jackson knows nothing about the family business!” Javier protested. “He do

Joaquin had no idea how he was supposed to process what he had just learned.The woman walking in front of him was Lucy Baldoza.His biological mother.Everything about their surroundings felt wrong—wrong in a way that made his chest tighten.Tall plants towered over them on both sides of the path. When he finally looked closely, he realized they were corn stalks, planted in long, orderly rows.The narrow road they were walking on wasn’t even paved.“What exactly happened to you, Mister?” Lucy asked.Joaquin swallowed.“Actually… I don’t know.”Lucy raised an eyebrow slightly and glanced at him again.Even her posture felt different.She was wearing a long, floral dress—past her knees, loose and simple.Nothing like the modern clothes from his time.If he was right…He had gone back to the past.Veyrix had sent him back.Joaquin shook his head.But I already killed him.Veyrix had been gone for a long time.

Joaquin felt as if his head had suddenly doubled in size from what he had just heard.Son?Hadn’t he only just met his real father?How many fathers was he supposed to have?“You’ve grown up so well, my son,” the voice spoke again.It was impossibly deep—so deep it sounded as if it were rising from beneath the earth itself.He still couldn’t see where the voice was coming from, yet fear had already crawled into his bones.Joaquin clenched his fists.“Who are you?!” he shouted. “What are you doing to my father?! Where am I?!”The voice chuckled, low and amused.“Your father? I am your real father, Joaquin.”Joaquin staggered back, shaking his head.“N-No… my father is out there! So send me back!”Another soft laugh.“You truly believe that? Then allow me to bring you back… to the very beginning.”Before Joaquin could react, a face suddenly emerged in

Joaquin stood frozen as he stared at the back of the man in the wheelchair. The old man was angled toward the glass window, silently watching the sweeping view of the mountains.For a moment, Joaquin couldn’t make himself move.What if the man didn’t recognize him? What if he didn’t accept him?What if… he was wrong again?A storm of questions spun inside his mind, each one heavier than the last, and none with an answer he could bear to imagine.He flinched slightly when he felt someone latch onto his arm.Serena. She gave him a soft smile—as if she felt every fear trembling inside him.“Go to him,” she whispered.Joaquin inhaled deeply. “What if—”Serena tapped his arm, firm but comforting. “No what-ifs. Just go talk to him.”One more breath. One nod.He forced his feet to move.Every step made his heartbeat louder. By the time he reached the man, it felt like time itself held its breath.The resemblance was undeniable. The same nose. The same jawline. The same presence. Only the eye

“Where have you been?” Floyd stopped entering his room when he saw Aby inside. “Aby. You didn’t tell me you’re coming home.” Aby smiled. She put down the magazine she was reading to the table. Then she stood up and went to Floyd. She was about to kiss him on the cheeks when she smelled the alcohol he drinks. “Are you drunk?” Floyd shook his head. He closed the door and smiled at Aby. “Yeah… A bit. Danica brought me to a club and Nelson was there too. I can’t say no to him. You know…” “O… kay? I understand. Come on.” Aby helped Floyd to sit on the couch. “Let me prepare tea for you.” “No need, Aby.” Floyd grunted. “Sit with me.” Aby sighed. She sat beside Floyd. “How’s your company? Is it okay now?” Aby nodded. “Yeah. Actually, I wanted to say thanks again, that's why I’m here.” “It’s okay, Aby. I already told you.” “I know. But I think it’s still not enough. You can ask me a favor. Anything! I will do it.” Floyd chuckled. “Be careful what you wished for, Aby.” “Huh?” Aby f

“He was just appointed, and he is already wasting money!” Carlo exclaimed. “He just invested at his wife’s company! We should do something about this, Father!”Arnel grunted. “I know. We’ve been ignoring the Chua’s proposal. And yet he even bought a stock for his wife?”“Tsk! I know that woman is just after our money!” Carla said.“But what can we do? He is now the chairman. He could do everything he wanted.” Crude took a sip from his glass.“You are not helping, Crude.” Carla glared at her brother. Crude just shrugged about it.“No… this should end now!”The siblings smiled as they saw the determination on their father’s face. They will never accept Floyd as their new master. They will take company no matter what.~~~“Is everything here?” Amethyst asked their head maid.“Yes, madam.”“Okay. I want everything to be perfect, okay?”“As you wish, Madam. You can trust us.”Amethyst smiled and let the head maid go. That was the time when Floyd went down from his room. He looked around an

Floyd woke up early to go back to his office. But even before he left, he received a call from his secretary.“Young master, your wife needs you.”Floyd looked at Johnson while fixing his necktie. “What happened?”“His Uncle is causing a scene in their company. Also, Leah told me to check your email. It’s done already.”Floyd sighed and stopped what he was doing. “I knew this would happen.” He shook his head. “Do I have any important meetings right now?”“Ahm, you have—”“Cancel it. Let’s go visit my wife.”Floyd finished fixing himself. He hurried out of the mansion and got into a car. Maybe that's why Aby can't tell him directly about his problem. Because it's embarrassing. But Floyd owes Aby a lot. And as they agreed he will help him. Not because she is his wife on paper, but because she is also his best friend.Before entering the building, he saw people holding placards in front of Chua's building.“What is happening here?”“I think they are protesting, sir. I’ve heard that the C

“So, how’s the new chairman?”Floyd stopped staring at the documents when he heard a voice. He looked at the door and saw Aby approaching her.“Aby! Sit down!” he said gracefully. He put the papers down and hugged Aby. “How are you?”“Good. Just a bit stressed out.”“That’s too early?”Aby sighed. She sat down at the chair near Floyd’s table. Floyd then sat back in his chair and stared at Aby.“I know, this is too sudden. And you just got appointed. But I need your help now.”“What kind of help?”Aby looked away. She didn’t want to do this but she had to. Her uncle was already pressuring her family. She didn’t want them to want her family to lose their business.“I need your family to invest in us.”Floyd frowned a bit. Aby didn’t tell him anything about investing in their company. He sighed and interlocked his fingers.“I-I know this is sudden. But—” Aby sighed. “Okay. I’ll be honest with you. Our family is not in a good situation now. We might lose our business if you won’t help me.

The next day, Floyd went to Lim’s company. Everyone was preparing for the board meeting. The family will be present and all of their business partners. Everyone was waiting to meet the next chairman. Words had passed so fast.“I will announce to everyone now that you will be the chairman of the company,” Johnson said. The three of them were in his office, getting ready to go to the company. “For sure, there would be some board members who would not agree. But I have already made sure of your position. You need to be strong now, Floyd. I believe in you.”Floyd took a deep breath. “I don’t know, Father. I’m nervous.”“That’s okay, brother. It’s normal. But we are here for you. We will guide you and make sure that you are in that position,” Johan answered.“Yes. As long as your brother handles our security company. No one will dare touch you. I trust you with it, Johan.”“Of course, Father.”Floyd nodded. He fisted her arms and took a deep breath again. He couldn’t explain how nervous he

Their night continued. Johnson rested early because he suddenly felt that he was tired. Amethyst helped him to his room. The rest except for Arnel Lim’s family stayed in the dining area. They were drinking wine. The kids were dancing and playing. Others remained to talk about business-related matters.“Mom, do I really need to be married to Floyd again?” Aby asked her mother. They were on the other side of the room. She had been thinking about the marriage they’d talked about earlier. She agreed to it, but she was worried about Floyd.“Why? Is there something you wanted to tell me, Abigail?”Aby’s eyes widened a bit. “Ahh, no. Of course, none. I’m just worried. You saw what happened earlier, right?”“It’s normal. You have the same uncle as your husband. What we need to do is to ensure our family's position in this clan. Being with them will make us prosper more. Since you are back here, you will work at our company again.”“Huh? But I need to go back to Croatia soon.”“What will you