Novels by Ameiry Savar

Javier screamed in agony as Joaquin’s force sent him crashing through the wall, leaving a gaping hole in the concrete. The sound of cracking stone echoed throughout the chamber. Joaquin stood tall amidst the haze of dust and smoke, his aura burning with fiery rage that shimmered like molten light around his clenched fists.He smirked darkly. “What now, Father?”Javier groaned, pushing himself up with trembling arms. Blood streaked down his temple, yet his eyes still burned with defiance. “H-How can you do this, Joaquin? I’m your father!”Joaquin let out a bitter, hollow laugh. “Father? Are you?” His voice shook—not from fear, but fury. “I don’t even know what’s real anymore because of you. You ruined my life from the very beginning! You took everything away from me!”“I gave you everything!” Javier roared back, pounding his fist against his chest. “You think all your power, all your victories—came from you alone? You wouldn’t be standing there if it weren’t for me! Everything you hav

Javier’s mansion trembled as an unseen pressure filled the air. The chandeliers above flickered violently, and the servants cowered in fear.Javier pressed a trembling hand against his chest, his breath ragged. “W-What…?”His knees buckled as pain surged through his veins, like fire spreading inside him. He stumbled, clutching the edge of the table before collapsing into the chair behind him.“Sir! What happened?” Jasmine rushed to his side, supporting him as his whole body shook.“He got it…” Javier rasped, his eyes wide with disbelief and fury. “He got it.”“Who?” Jasmine asked, her voice trembling.Javier’s gaze snapped to hers—his pupils were trembling, his aura unstable.“Joaquin! He got the Arch Flame! He has the soul!”Jasmine froze, her mouth falling open in shock.If Joaquin had truly claimed the Arch Flame, then that meant only one thing—he was no longer the same man. His power had evolved beyond measure.Jasmine’s knees weakened, and she sank to the ground beside him.“W-Wh

Joaquin was getting ready. Together with Rick, he planned once more for their next strike.This time, he would make sure Javier would not escape alive.“Joaquin, are you really sure about this? What if something happens to you again?” Serena asked worriedly, stepping closer as he buttoned his shirt.“I need to do this, Serena,” Joaquin said quietly but firmly. “None of this will end unless I stop my father. Only then will I finally feel at peace—knowing that everyone, especially you, is safe.”Serena sighed, her eyes clouded with fear. “I just… I’m worried, Joaquin. I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose you for good.”Joaquin reached out, cupping her cheek gently. “I promise you, once this is over, we’ll finally live the life we dreamed of. But I can’t walk away now… not when I know they’ll never stop coming.”Serena gave a faint, sad nod. “Fine. Just be careful.”Joaquin smiled softly and pressed a lingering kiss on her lips before leaving the room. He made sure that Serena was guarded

Javier grunted as he limped down the marble hallway of his mansion, one hand pressed against his side. Every step sent a jolt of pain through his ribs, but his anger burned hotter than the ache.“Sir! What happened?” Jasmine rushed toward him, her eyes wide with alarm. She caught him just before he lost his balance.“That bastard,” Javier hissed, his jaw tightening. His face was streaked with blood, his clothes torn and scorched from the earlier explosion.Jasmine carefully guided him toward his private chamber. “Sit down, Sir—please. I’ll call someone.”As soon as they entered, she shouted over her shoulder, “Get the healer! Now!”One of the maids scurried out of the room, nearly tripping over her skirt in panic.When the door closed behind them, Jasmine turned back to her master. “Did Joaquin do this to you?”Javier shook his head slowly, a sinister grin curling on his lips. “No. It was Miguel.”He leaned back against the couch, wincing but still smiling darkly. “But he’s dead now.

“Joaquin!”Serena rushed toward him, panic tightening her chest as she saw him lying motionless on the ground. His face was pale, his skin marred with bruises, and a thin stream of blood trailed down from his temple.“Joaquin, wake up! Please!” she cried, shaking him gently.A low groan escaped his lips as his eyes fluttered open. His vision was hazy, but the first name that left his mouth was a broken whisper.“M-Miguel...”Rick appeared moments later, shouting for the medics. “Get a stretcher! Move, now!”Within seconds, they lifted Joaquin onto the stretcher and rushed him toward the waiting vehicle. His consciousness faded before they even made it out of the wreckage.When he opened his eyes again, everything was white—the ceiling, the lights, the sterile air. He blinked, squinting against the brightness. His body ached all over.Serena was there beside him, tending to the monitors with trembling hands.“Joaquin?” she gasped, relief flooding her face. “You’re awake!”He gave a wea

Joaquin was thrown several meters back as an unseen force struck him like a storm. The air itself felt like it had solidified, slamming into his chest with the weight of a collapsing mountain. He hit the ground hard, coughing violently as the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth.Javier hadn’t even moved from where he stood. The sheer pressure radiating from him was enough to crush the air around them.“You still have a chance, son,” Javier said coldly, his eyes glowing faintly gold beneath the dim light. “Come back to where you belong.”Joaquin wiped the blood from his lips, forcing a bitter smile. “And go where, exactly? I’m fine right here.”Javier’s expression hardened, his jaw tightening. “Do you really think that man can give you anything? He’s using you, Joaquin! Just like everyone else ever did.”“Who? Miguel?” Joaquin let out a sharp laugh. “He’s been more of a father to me than you ever were.”Javier’s voice rose, his composure slipping. “By throwing you into the Tiger R

The Gold Hotel was the most luxurious and prestigious establishment in Velmora. A single night’s stay cost a staggering $25,000, and fine dining was priced at $20,000 per person. Only the elite—the wealthy magnates and high-profile politicians—could afford to dine here without flinching.Carl entered the hotel effortlessly, his demeanor calm yet unreadable. If it were up to him, he wouldn’t have stepped foot in such a glittering place. But Javier had been good to him in the past, and Carl wasn’t the type to turn down an old man’s invitation out of pride.From the entrance, he could already see the Garcia family gathered around a long, ornate dining table. Even Javier Garcia himself was there, cane in hand, his silver hair neatly brushed back. Carl was about to approach when someone suddenly blocked his path.“Wow, Carl? Even here?” sneered Michael Montez, his lips curling into a smug smile as he swirled the wine in his glass. “You really don’t know when to stop, huh?”Carl looked

Carl arrived at the secret house he owned—a secluded refuge hidden deep within the mountain he also secretly possessed.No one knew about this place except him and the few people he trusted enough to live there. Not even Jasmine, the woman he’d been married to for three years, had any idea it existed.He knocked on the heavy wooden door. It opened immediately, and he stepped inside.A young woman quickly approached him, her face lighting up in surprise.“Carl!” Anna greeted him with a bright smile. “You’re here! You should’ve told me you were coming—I could’ve prepared something.”Carl gave a faint smile. “It’s fine, Anna. Where is he?”Her smile faded, replaced by a look of quiet sadness. She sighed.“He’s inside. He’s been asking for you, Carl. We thought… you weren’t coming back.”“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I had to stay away for a while because of my mission.”“I’ll go to him now.”Anna nodded. “Alright. I’ll prepare dinner.”Carl walked deeper into the house, heading for the r

“You! You’re so ungrateful!” Lea blurted, unable to hold it in. “You almost died earlier because of your recklessness! If it weren’t for Mr. Montez, you’d be dead!”Jasmine stood up too, turning to look at Carl. She couldn’t believe how ungrateful he was being.“Stop being stubborn and thank Michael already, Carl,” she said firmly.Hearing Jasmine speak up for him, Michael looked at her and shook his head gently. His expression suddenly softened.“It’s okay, Jasmine,” he said with a sigh, pretending to be kind. “He’s just really ungrateful. What more can we expect?”Jasmine frowned. “No, Michael. He should thank you.”Carl gave a small, mocking smirk. “You actually believe him, huh? Do you like him that much?”Jasmine’s eyes narrowed. “What? I’m just asking you to thank Michael, Carl. If it weren’t for him, all of us could’ve been hurt—right?” she said, disbelief coloring her voice.“How can you be so sure it was because of him?” Carl asked sharply.Michael froze for a second, then qu

The three of them were in the hospital’s emergency room. After the gang members who were still conscious were caught, order finally returned to the hospital.The gang members were taken away and brought to the station—Marcos Smith among them.“Thank God the police arrived on time!” Lea exclaimed, still shaken. “I thought I was going to die back there! Don’t ever do that again, Ms. Garcia!” she added dramatically.Jasmine sighed, sitting on the edge of the hospital bed while Lea stood beside her. Across the room, Carl sat quietly as a nurse tended to the scratches on his arm.“You’re right. Thanks for calling the police. I didn’t expect Mr. Smith to turn out that insane,” Jasmine said tiredly.Lea frowned. “Huh? I didn’t call the police. When I got here, those stupid gang members were already lying flat on the floor!”Now it was Jasmine’s turn to look confused. “What? If it wasn’t you, then who—”“Jasmine!”Both women turned toward the door when they heard someone call her name. It was

“Ahh! You fucking bitch!” Marcos screamed as Carl pressed the knife harder against his throat. Even with the blade digging into his skin and Carl holding him down, the man still had the arrogance to laugh.“Come on!” Marcos taunted, voice ragged but full of mockery. “Kill me, bitch! Go on—make sure you do it now, or I swear I’ll kill you myself!”His men immediately snapped to attention, gripping their guns tighter and aiming them straight at Carl.Carl’s jaw tightened. “You really don’t know when to shut up, do you?”He spun Marcos around and slammed a brutal punch into his face. The impact cracked through the air—so powerful it nearly dislocated Marcos’s jaw. The man staggered, dazed, before Carl caught him again by the throat and pressed the knife back against his neck.Carl’s cold eyes flicked toward the henchmen.“Your boss knows people—important people. Even if he’s arrested today, he’ll probably find a way to escape. But you? All of you?” His tone was icy and deliberate. “Do yo

“Jasmine!”Carl instantly grabbed the gun from the floor and fired—hitting Marcos in the shoulder. The man’s grip on both the weapon and Jasmine loosened, and in the next second, Carl’s powerful kick sent him crashing backward.“Jasmine!” Lea called out in panic.Carl immediately helped Jasmine to her feet, his movements both gentle and protective. He noticed her blouse had torn slightly, so without hesitation, he took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.“Y-You’re here,” Jasmine whispered, disbelief written all over her face.Carl gave a short nod, his eyes steady as he patted her arm reassuringly.For the first time since she’d been dragged into this nightmare, Jasmine felt a flicker of safety. The chaos around her seemed to blur, replaced by the quiet certainty in Carl’s gaze.“Go now,” he said firmly. “I’ll take care of this.”Jasmine hesitated, her eyes filled with worry. “But—”Carl tapped her arm again, a calm authority in his voice. “I’ll be fine.”Lea took Jasmine b

“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

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