All Chapters of The Devourer: A Vampire's Curse: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Liam’s POVMorning in a house full of monsters was never quiet.The sunlight barely made it through the curtains, thin lines of gold cutting across the dining table where Zade and Judy sat pretending to eat breakfast they didn’t need. Ysra was muttering over a bowl of herbs, and Ian was sprawled across the couch like he owned the place, tossing an apple in the air just to get on everyone’s nerves.Raina stood near the window, pretending to be unaffected. But I could tell. Her jaw was tight, her shoulders tense. Every pulse of magic in the room was bait, and she was trying not to hear it.“You know,” Ian said, his tone dripping with mock thoughtfulness, “it’s kind of ironic, us keeping the vampire-eater under our roof. Feels like sleeping with a lit match in a gas leak.”“Then leave,” Raina said flatly, without turning.“Oh, trust me, sweetheart, I’ve considered it.” He caught the apple one last time and sank his fangs into it, not because he needed to, but because he knew it annoyed h

Raina’s POVI stared at Ian’s withered corpse as if seeing him shrink before my eyes might undo what I had done. My hands were trembling, slick with his blood, as guilt sank into me like a stone, keeping me rooted in place, too stunned to look away. My breaths came in jagged, uneven bursts, my chest burning from the pain I refused to acknowledge—burning for a mistake that felt irreversible.I turned to Liam, unsure of how to start asking for forgiveness, but then I noticed he was alone. Uncle Garrett was gone. Panic clawed up my throat, my knees nearly buckling. “U-uncle Garett?” I whispered, my voice cracking, the hope I’d clung to for so long shattering with the whisper of his absence. “Please….don't tell me it was all for nothing…please come back.”But he didn’t. Not a shimmer, not a breath, not even a trace of warmth. It was like he had never existed. Like I had imagined him and conjured him from the hands of death.I sank to the floor, my body curling into itself, the smell of

Liam’s POVRaina’s legs buckled as the invisible grip tightened around her throat. Her fingers clawed at the air. Her scream broke into a choking rasp that scraped at something raw inside me."Ysra, stop." I threw myself toward her.In the space between one step and the next, my entire body seized. Invisible bindings snapped around my arms and legs. I crashed to my knees, unable to move anything except my head. The spell crushed the breath out of me even though I didn’t need air to live. It was pressure. It was force. It was Ysra’s fury made tangible.Raina screamed again.Ysra’s hair flew around her head in a violent halo as she advanced. Power radiated from her in waves, thick enough to taste like iron on my tongue."I warned you," she said. Her voice trembled, not with fear, but with a grief so deep it had nothing left except rage to hold it together. "I told you my family would always come first.”"Let her go," I managed to grind out as I dragged my body against the spell inch by

Raina’s POVIt was me against an entire vampire clan, and I was winning.My claws carved through the air, slicing one vampire clean across the neck as he lunged at me. I spun, catching another by the shoulders and sinking my teeth into his throat before he could scream. Magic flared beneath my skin—my tattoos burning bright—unleashing a pulse that sent two others flying backward. They hit the ground hard and didn’t get up.They couldn’t hurt me. But I could hurt them. And God, was I enjoying it.“Why isn’t it working?” a voice shouted. Through the ringing in my ears, I recognized the desperate edge in Ysra’s tone. “Stop her, Liam! My spells aren’t working!”Their voices were noise—unimportant, distant. The only thing that mattered was the blood on my tongue, the bodies at my feet, the endless hunger roaring inside me like wildfire.Another blur rushed at me from my right. I reacted without thought, thrusting my hand forward, fingers piercing into a chest I expected to tear apart.“I–I

Raina’s POVI had faced death before, but this was nothing like the last time. No pain shot through me like when I’d been stabbed. My skin didn’t sting or burn as I had expected it would with the flames surrounding me. Instead, the fire felt colder somehow. The flames licked at me, but the only sensation I noticed was the chilling night air against my skin.I opened my tear-streaked eyes just in time to feel my legs lift from the ground. Strong arms wrapped around my shoulders and knees, lifting me clear of the fire. The heat roared behind me, but I didn’t have time to comprehend it—my chest heaved, lungs clawing for air, and my mind was still screaming, still half-convinced I’d already died.A scream tore through the night—deep, guttural, piercing. Not mine. Liam’s voice. And yet, even as I tried to focus, even as I reached out for him instinctively, the wind had me in its grasp. It carried me farther than I could have imagined, the flames shrinking behind me as the night air rushed