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Waking to Nightmare

Penulis: Ify Writes
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-02 18:37:06

I jolted awake with a gasp, my lungs still burning as if filled with smoke.

For a disorienting moment, I didn’t know where I was. The heavy canopy above the bed, the rich tapestries on the walls, the faint scent of incense and polished stone, it all rushed back too quickly. I was back in the Blackthorn Palace. In the same lavish chamber they had given me as Darius’s bride.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

“Darius,” I whispered hoarsely.

I tried to sit up, but the room spun. My throat felt
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  • Bound To The Shadowed Heir   Wedding Night Torment

    The heavy oak door of the wedding chamber slammed shut with a finality that echoed through my bones. The key turned in the lock. Ronan slipped it into his pocket with deliberate slowness, his charming smile never wavering as he turned to face me. The room was oppressively familiar — the same massive bed with its silk sheets, the heavy velvet curtains, the dozens of candles casting flickering golden light across the walls. It was the very chamber where Darius and I had spent our first night together, where he had refused to force me and chosen kindness instead. Tonight, everything felt poisoned. Ronan’s gaze slid from me to the far corner where Darius had been chained. Heavy iron manacles bound his wrists and ankles to rings bolted into the floor and wall, forcing him to kneel in full view of the bed. His back was still a horrific mess of swollen, oozing lashes from the flogging. Fresh blood trickled from his wrists where the metal had bitten deep during his struggles. Fever had holl

  • Bound To The Shadowed Heir   Shattered Silk

    Ronan’s fingers tightened around my throat, just enough to make breathing difficult but not enough to silence me completely. His body pressed me deeper into the silk sheets, heavy and suffocating. The crimson wedding gown was already half-unlaced, the fabric slipping off one shoulder. Candlelight danced across the walls, turning the luxurious chamber into something nightmarish. I kept my eyes on Darius. He was destroying himself against the chains — wrists bleeding freely now, shoulders straining so hard the fresh lashes on his back had reopened. Blood ran down his skin in thin rivulets, but his gaze never left mine. The love and agony in those dark eyes anchored me. “Survive,” he rasped again, voice breaking. “Elara… please.” Ronan laughed softly against my ear. “How noble. Begging for her life while chained like a dog.” He released my throat and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. “But you’re my wife now. Time to act like it.” His mouth crashed down on mine in a bruisin

  • Bound To The Shadowed Heir   The Serpent’s Shadow

    Ronan’s voice slithered down the corridor like smoke, cheerful and poisonous. “Come out, come out, little bride. I know you’re down here.” My blood turned to ice. I pressed myself flat against the wall beside Darius’s cell, heart hammering so hard I could barely breathe. Darius’s eyes widened in silent alarm. He jerked against his chains, trying to draw attention away from my hiding spot. “Looking for someone, Ronan?” Darius rasped, his voice weak but defiant. “Or just enjoying the sound of your own voice?” Ronan’s footsteps slowed, then stopped just outside the cell. I could see the edge of his boots from my narrow vantage point. He laughed softly. “Always the fighter, even when you’re rotting. How admirable.” There was a pause, then the clink of metal against the bars. “I brought you a gift, brother. A preview of tomorrow’s festivities.” I risked a tiny glance. Ronan held up a small, ornate box. He opened it slowly, revealing a delicate silver bracelet, the same one I had been

  • Bound To The Shadowed Heir   The Serpent’s Offer

    Ronan’s footsteps faded, but the echo of his laughter lingered in the damp dungeon air like poison. I stood frozen outside Darius’s cell, my heart slamming against my ribs. The small bundle of food and medicine felt heavy in my hands. Darius strained against his chains, his fever-flushed face twisted with fury and fear. “Elara,” he rasped urgently. “You have to go. Now. Don’t come back tomorrow. It’s too dangerous.” I shook my head, stepping closer to the bars. “I’m not abandoning you. He knows, but he didn’t call the guards. That means he wants something.” Darius’s breathing was labored. “Exactly. And whatever it is, it will cost you. Go. Please.” I pressed one last quick kiss to his knuckles through the bars, then slipped away into the shadows, my mind racing. Ronan had seen too much. If he told the Emperor or my father, everything would collapse. The next morning, the trap sprang. A servant delivered a simple note to my chamber: Meet me in the eastern rose garden at dusk. Co

  • Bound To The Shadowed Heir   A Devil’s Bargain

    The following night, I almost didn’t make it. The palace was on high alert after Seraphina’s suspicions. Extra guards patrolled the lower levels, and Ronan had started lingering near my chambers with his sly smiles and probing questions. I had to wait until the dead of night, slipping through a forgotten laundry chute that dropped me into a dusty storeroom near the dungeons. My knees were scraped and my heart was in my throat the entire way. When I finally reached Darius’s cell, something was different. He wasn’t alone. A tall, hooded figure stood just outside the bars, speaking in a low, urgent voice. For one terrifying second I thought it was another trap, but then the figure turned slightly and I caught a glimpse of a familiar face under the hood. One of Darius’s loyal guards, Garrick. The same man who had helped us escape the hunting lodge. I pressed myself against the wall and listened. “…your men are scattered, but a few of us remain,” Garrick whispered. “The border villa

  • Bound To The Shadowed Heir   Shadows in the Dungeon

    I had barely finished changing the worst of Darius’s bandages when I heard it, footsteps echoing down the stone corridor, accompanied by familiar, mocking laughter. My blood ran cold. Ronan’s smooth voice drifted closer. “Come on, sister. Let’s see how the mighty Devil’s Heir is enjoying his new accommodations.” Seraphina’s light, cruel laugh followed. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” I froze. There was no time to run back to the entrance. I quickly gathered the remaining food and water skins, shoved them into the shadows behind a loose stone, and squeezed myself into a narrow alcove just outside the direct line of sight of Darius’s cell, pressing my back against the cold wall. My heart hammered so loudly I was sure they would hear it from here. Darius’s eyes flicked toward my hiding spot for a split second, a silent warning, before he schooled his expression into cold defiance as Ronan and Seraphina stepped into view. Ronan stopped in front of the bars, that c

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