All Chapters of Vampire on Fire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ember widened her eyes, slowly losing her grip on her gun but she lifted it again and recovered from what she saw. Ember took a slow step forward and kept a straight gaze at Raverine who is standing still and his hands still raised in the air. Ember examined Raverine from his messy hair down to his blood-soaked shoes and back to his red eyes. “What are you?” Ember asked, continuing to take cautious steps forward. Raverine huffed and lowered his hands. “Ember… Put the gun down and I will tell you, Ember—" “Hands up!” Ember roared and Raverine didn’t listen to her. Raverine resumed speaking in a cold manner, “Just listen to me or we’ll have to do this in a different way.” Ember smirked and scoffed. “Yeah?” Ember yelled in a sarcastic tone, “What way is that different way? “The one you won’t like to take.” Ember stopped and looked to her side. Ember saw Pox’s shoe and fired a bullet, an inch close to hitting Raverine’s shoulder but Ember purposedly missed her fire. “Where is Pox?”

Above all reasons that Raverine could give, a poisonous vampire fang would be the least believable. Ember couldn’t breathe out a word. Ember wanted to scream at Raverine’s face. Ember has killed him in different and most brutal ways as possible inside her mind. Slowly and mentally chopping him bit by bit.Ember inhaled deeply before she questioned Raverine’s absurd reason and explanation, “What? What the fuck? Vampire? Seriously? Like in the cartoons?” Ember scoffed. “Don’t tell me that you are a vampire as well? Then guess what? Flash news, Dracula! I am a wolf too.” Ember gasped and acted out like she was surprised. “And I am going to…” Ember forcibly tried to pull herself up despite the tight chains immobilizing her whole body, “…fucking tear your limbs to pieces, Dracula.”Raverine smirked then he slowly turns his chuckles to laughter. “Can you howl? Because it seems like you only know how to bark, Wolfie.”“Funny,” Ember retorted, “Really, funny.”“If you don’t believe me then ho

It has been so long since Raverine filled his house’s guest rooms with people. However, they are not people sleeping inside those rooms but Raverine's prey. Raverine’s morning worries awoke him at five. One of his worries is planning a feasible way to keep Ember safe from other predators – other vampires, especially the shadow vampires and Die Dark clan.Raverine grabbed his phone from his side table and surfed through the web regarding the incident that they caused at the vape shop located on Jolly Road. So far, so silent like the dead buried underneath that place. Should Raverine worry that his enemies are silent? He shouldn’t worry lest his enemies know that Raverine is the person behind that.Raverine stood away from his worries and prepped himself for another day of work at Scavenger’s Hut. So long that the people around him don’t suspect his actions, all is good. Raverine walked out of his room and grabbed the things he needs.“Hey, Alex…” Raverine voice commanded his A.I. assis

Raverine went inside after Diego’s scent is kilometers away from Raverine’s doorstep. Raverine extended his heightened senses to Ember’s room and heard her heart softly beating. That’s good, Raverine thought to himself. Then he averted his senses and focused on Pox’s condition. Pox is getting worse every minute but Raverine doesn’t give a damn if his treatments won’t work. All that Raverine could do is to carefully accomplish each step of his plan. Next on his list is to transfer all the blood bags to Vorkuta where his family’s old hideout place is still intact and alive. But before leaving, Raverine rushed to the kitchen and made a meal for Ember. He also injected another fluid into Pox to somehow calm his heartbeats. Once the meal is cooked, Raverine went inside Ember’s room and saw her sleeping comfortably. Raverine carefully chose a drug that could calm her and put her to sleep, drugs that have zero to low side effects. So far, Ember is still in good condition. As for the blood,

Two shadow vampires in their black cloaks walked towards his table, their heads lowered and masked with their own shadows. The silence was always deadly but never tickled their fear since they are used to hiding in the shadows and moving discreetly. “Skoteinó,” the first shadow vampire spoke, “There are no signs of Minly in all the places that she commonly visits and stays. Then the second vampire shadow added, “She was left at her apartment yesterday but as we tried to trace her scent, we couldn’t smell it.” Skoteinó tilted his head and gave them a dead look. “But you placed a tracker on her before you released her, right?” Skoteinó asked. Neither of the shadow vampires answered Skoteinó’s question and kept their heads down. Skoteinó hang his head down and groaned. He whispered, “You know that device that at least helps you track someone instead of sniffing like dogs?” Skoteinó lifted his head and swiftly threw his blade knife. His blade knife flew perfectly between their two he