All Chapters of WOLVIRE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Blood flowed down from the neck of the man sitting slumped in the room. Wet the black tux he used and the floor underneath it with a thick puddle. His gray hair was stained red and looked sticky, a drop of blood flowed to his forehead. The person's shoulders and chest didn't budge. There was no sign of his breathing still remaining.A few steps from the corpse, a woman on her back with an odd position and neck full of blood. Her pale face implies pain. Her lips were open, as if the woman in white dress had time to scream before the veins of her neck were cut off. Beside her, knelt down a man who was nodding with feelings of hurt. The man named Rudi turned his head as fast as a gust of wind, his dark eyes staring at another man who stood not far from him with hatred. “Opo sing mok karepke?” (What do you want?) Rudi growled low. Slowly and slightly trembling, he stood up.

Important Documents Regarding the Immortalsby the Koba Vampire Research & Data Agency (Koba VRDA) 1. Report in the "Modern Journal" newspaper by Nero Saputra Vampires, creatures that are touted as captivating and immortal human images of the Indonesian version, began to emerge in 2018 ago. By the clergy vampire lovers, it's said that the physical appearance and habits of vampires are the same as those of Western vampires, only that they're resistant to sunlight and are stronger. However, what is Indonesian vampire actually?Indonesian vampires are not really the same as most Western vampires. My personal experience as a result of witnessing firsthand one of them is what made me write this. The male vampire doesn't want to be named here, because (as the vampire said) he was afraid of being executed

MY MOM drove us to the airport, the window of the car we were riding in was left open. Phoenix city temperature 23° C, clear sky, blue without clouds. I wore my favorite shirt — sleeveless, white lace; I wear it as a symbol of farewell. The object I was carrying was a piece of parka … er, but this is Bella's story in the Twilight novel, not mine. Ha ha, sorry to Stephenie Meyers for brazenly copying the main paragraphs of her novels. Didn't mean to plagiarism, really! I love her! However, of course Mom took me to the airport … with my biological father, not a stepfather. The airport isn't located in the city of Phoenix, but the city of Jakarta, Indonesia. Regarding to the object that I was carrying … not just a piece of parka, but a suitcase of clothes. Then another suitcase containing the rest of the clothes, books, and other items that I thought were important. 

About an hour or so later, I was standing in front of a man who looked like a thug with a slightly wrinkled face. The man smiled as brightly as the sky of Pangkalpinang after putting my suitcases in the trunk. Some people seemed surprised by us, as if they were watching a scene of a thug yelling at a poor girl. Ahem, I'm not a poor girl, by the way. Just … forget it. “Grandpa!” I beckoned to the thug. “Why do you have to wear clothes like this?!” My grandfather laughed. He guided me to get into the passenger seat, then he himself got into the driver's seat and started the black Toyota Avanza. “I'm still fifty-one years old, you know,” my grandfather said jokingly. “Still not old!” I scowled as he started to run his car. “Not old yet … seriously, Grandpa! Already know the age, must understand the situation, please

I sighed for the umpteenth time that night. I raised my head and looked at the cloudy sky. The swing with the reclining chair I was sitting on seemed to sway slightly as I justified my sitting position. I was in Koba City Park … the name on it was displayed, but Grandpa said, people prefer to call it the square. Whatever the reason, I'm not in the mood to care about that. The song titled “Jangan Menyerah” (Don't Give Up) sung by D'Masiv thumped in my ears. However, that's all. I can only listen to that music without being able to watch it properly. “Ape-ape ikak ne!” I turned my head. A few meters from me, Grandpa was joking in Bangka language that I didn't understand with some of his friends. One of them was someone who had shouted frivolously in front of the house this afternoon. So annoying. I thought there really were thugs or something. It turn

“Ikak ni diem-diem nek nyari' tunang ka yang selingkuh, ok?”I was surprised and turned to the brash person who made my heart almost over. After making sure Grandpa was still chatting with his friends—now sitting cross-legged on the ground—I looked back to the side and glared.“I don't speak Bangka!” I said curtly.I tried to ignore the word "selingkuh" which sounded the same as "cheating" if interpreted in Indonesian.The brash boy's eyes rounded. He nodded as if he understood quickly.“Oh, you just moved here, huh?” the boy said curiously with a rather loud voice, acting out the voice of the artist singing beside us. His brow furrowed. “Where do you come from?”This time my brow was creased. I review his appearance. He wears a blue denim jacket with a white shirt, black jeans and casual shoes. His short-cut hair is as black as his irises. The boy's face was quite okay, but his exp

Trying to relax the body from the sudden freezing, I lowered my hand and turned around like a robot. Something is wrong with my joints.“Hello, Grandpa.” My squeak was drowned by Rian D'Masiv's sweet voice.My neck and back are getting hot. The signs will be exposed to worldly doom soon.“Where are you going?” Grandpa snapped, but, his eyes glared at Saga.“Uh, not going anywhere, really,” I replied quickly. “I just walked around here, and accidentally met him.”I smiled nervously. I wanted to give the code through the gaze so that Saga can match my lies, but failed to remember how his mind goes.“Don't lie!”I was shocked. Geez. The Lie Detection that Dad had turned out to be inherited from this old man. I decided to stay quiet while waiting for Grandpa to take me home.WHERE IS MY GREAT COURAGE?!“And you!” Grandpa's index finger surprisingly pierc

When I say "it's up to you," Mom and Dad will really do whatever they want to do. They never understood that behind the words “up to you" what was said, hidden the meaning of "I want to be heard".However, I didn't expect Grandpa would act the same as Dad and Mom.I often confided in Grandpa by phone before coming here, and how he sounded annoyed and always entertained me, I seemed to have thought that Grandpa wouldn't have the heart to limit my space. In fact, I was wrong.The next day after that night, Grandpa warned me not to leave the house in the slightest. He left at seven in the morning to go to school as an Indonesian Language teacher in one of the middle school at the city.Before leaving, he very clearly stated, “I will take care of all your homeschooling needs later. Just stay at home. If you need anything, just buy it online. Or you can leave me.”Because I was in a phase of frustration at the level of hell, I just ign

Saga sped like an arrow apart from its bow. I mean, he really looks like that! There's nothing I exaggerate. My nose almost broke cause I followed the Saga movement.I shook my head as if I wanted to drive away flies around my head. I slapped myself without using excess energy. I sat back down like a fool.I must have been hallucinating, I decided in my heart. There was no way the friends of the Salvatore Brothers came to Indonesia to look for Katherine who was attractive.I must be hungry.Before I could go to the kitchen, Saga returned with the express movement once more. I stared at him with horror.Something is wrong with my brain.Saga brandished a wire, then he shot again—for God's sake, streaking! He didn't run, but shot!—towards the front door. I took a few steps back. Suddenly alert. Lest he will break it!Click.The door opens as if Saga has the key. My face was pale as Saga grinned in the doorway like a b

I sat, but on another sofa. I don't want to get close to anyone wrong.“How strange your family is.” Saga started. “Why do they have to hide who you are?”My eyes twitch. Sitting on the edge of the sofa seat, I noted carefully in my mind to run away immediately if something suspicious happens. However, the idea was immediately erased considering what Saga did a few minutes ago.“Listen me, Bara,” Saga said, advancing his body seriously. “I don't really know what you are. As I said before; your body's scent is a bit chaotic. So, I can't be sure. Either you are a vampire, or a wolf-cha—”I stopped him by raising my hand in front of his face.“You are crazy. Thank you for helping me open the door, but please leave,” I kicked him out.Suddenly, he pulled his lips and hissed. A pair of fangs appeared from between his teeth. The boy's eyeball turned white like the singer who acting