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Chapter Ninety Seven - Behavior
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Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian   Chapter Ninety Eight - Cold
Luxiana SommerisWhen we finally stumbled upon a coffee shop, we stepped inside, relieved to find the warmth of the cafÃĐ embracing us. The air carried the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee, mingling with the faint scent of vanilla and cinnamon. The place wasnât crowdedâhardly anyone was here, which wasnât surprising considering it was nearly midnight.Soft, ambient music played in the background, a gentle piano melody that filled the otherwise quiet space. Dim yellow lights bathed the wooden tables in a golden glow, creating a cozy, intimate atmosphere. A few customers sat scattered around, some engrossed in their laptops, others lost in their own world, sipping their drinks silently.Anton and I approached the counter, placing our orders. The barista, a tired-looking young woman with a ponytail, worked swiftly, her movements practiced as she poured steamed milk into a cup and drizzled caramel over the foam. Moments later, she handed me my caramel macchiato, its warmth seeping in
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-30Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian   Chapter Ninety Nine - Physical
Luxiana SommerisThe next day at work, I was relieved that everything was peaceful. The steady rhythm of the library, the faint rustling of pages, and the quiet hum of the computers created a familiar sense of calm. There were no unexpected disruptions, no sudden chaosâjust the usual serenity that made this place feel like a sanctuary.And yet, a lingering sense of disappointment tugged at me. I had hoped to see Damien in the realm last night, even if only for a brief moment. It wasnât unusual for us to miss each other sometimes, but I couldnât help feeling a little let down. He better make it up to me later.Shaking off my thoughts, I forced myself to focus on work. I had responsibilities here, and I wasnât about to let my personal feelings distract me. I immersed myself in checking the book rental schedules, my eyes scanning the due dates and borrower names with precision.So engrossed was I in my task that I didnât notice someone staring at me until I felt the weight of their ga
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-04-01Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian   Chapter One Hundred - Ritual
Luxiana SommerisAfter our conversation, we spent what felt like hours wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the warmth of our bare skin pressed together, as if trying to memorize every inch of each other. Now, we lay entangled on the bed, fingers lazily intertwined, tracing invisible patterns against each otherâs skin. It was a quiet, intimate moment, yet my mind refused to settle.Despite the lingering worries swirling inside meâthe uncertainty of what lay ahead, the weight of everything we had been throughâone thought anchored itself in my mind, unwavering and insistent. It had been there for days, waiting for the right moment to surface. And now, with Damien beside me, his presence as tangible as the rise and fall of my breath, I finally allowed myself to give voice to it.I swallowed, pushing past the sudden tightness in my throat. âDamien?â I murmured, my voice softer than I intended.His gaze flickered to mine immediately, the deep crimson of his eyes glowing faintly in th
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-04-02Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian   Chapter One Hundred One - Waking Realm
Luxiana SommerisThe first thing I felt was the cool caress of air against my skin, followed by the soft, familiar texture of sheets beneath my fingertips. My head was heavy, my limbs sluggish, as though I had been pulled from the depths of an ocean, weighed down by something unseen. My breath came slow, shallow, as the remnants of a dream clung to me like mist, refusing to let go.I forced my eyes open, my vision hazy before the world sharpened into focus. The dim glow of my bedside lamp bathed the room in warm light. My room. The waking world. I was back.For a fleeting moment, dread settled in my chest like a stone. Had I failed? Had I woken up alone, everything I had fought for slipping through my fingers like sand? My pulse pounded in my ears, an unbearable silence stretching between the seconds. But then, I heard breathing.Deep, steady, but it was not mine. My body went rigid. I turned my head, my heartbeat slamming against my ribs.And there he was. Damien lay beside me, his
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-04-03Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian   Chapter One Hundred Two - Socializing
Luxiana SommerisWhen I woke up the following day, my entire body ached in ways I had never experienced before. A deep soreness settled into my muscles, making even the simple act of shifting beneath the sheets feel challenging. It was as if every fiber of my being remembered Damienâs touch, his kisses, the way his hands had explored me so thoroughly that now, even the ghost of his touch made me shiver.I blinked a few times, my vision adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. A quiet, heavy stillness surrounded me, one that immediately told me something was missing. My eyes roamed the room, taking in the familiar detailsâthe books stacked haphazardly on my nightstand, the thin trail of moonlight still lingering from the early hours of dawn, the faint imprint on the pillow beside me.But he was gone. A strange hollowness settled in my chest. I had known, logically, that he wouldnât be able to stay forever. My power had limits, after all. No matter how bad
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-04-04Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian   Chapter One Hundred Three - Boyfriend
Luxiana SommerisâSo, this is where you work?â Damien mused as we came to a stop outside the city library. His stormy blue eyes scanned the grand structure before us, his lips curving into an intrigued smile. âItâs huge.âI followed his gaze, taking in the towering stone building I had come to know so well. The carved pillars, the intricate arched windows, and the massive double doors leading inside stood proudly, a testament to the history within. The early morning light bathed the library in a golden hue, and a soft breeze rustled the trees lining the sidewalk, carrying the faint scent of old books and fresh ink.âYeah, this is the city library,â I said, my voice laced with fondness. âWe have one of the largest collections in the countryâalmost every book you could imagine.â I inhaled deeply, already able to picture the familiar rows of bookshelves, the worn wooden tables, and the quiet rustle of pages turning.Damien tilted his head slightly, amused. âYou really love this place.â
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-04-05Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian   Chapter One Hundred Four - City
Luxiana SommerisThe streets buzzed with life, a mixture of hurried footsteps, distant chatter, and the occasional car honk filling the air. The sun was warm against my skin, casting golden hues over the city buildings, making the windows glisten like scattered diamonds.Damien walked beside me unhurriedly, his fingers still loosely laced with mine. He didnât seem overwhelmed by the liveliness of the city, but rather, fascinated by it. His gaze flickered from storefronts to passing pedestrians, his lips occasionally parting as if he wanted to ask something but decided against it.I watched him from the corner of my eye, curiosity gnawing at me. He looked at everything with quiet aweâthat reminded me of how different we were.âWhat do you think about the city? Do you like it?â I finally asked, nudging him slightly with my shoulder.He hummed, a thoughtful sound. âItâs lively,â he admitted. âThereâs a certainâĶ warmth to it.âI let out a soft laugh before pulling him toward a street ve
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-04-06Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian   Chapter One Hundred Five - Grim
Luxiana SommerisThe moment we reached a safe placeâa dimly lit cafÃĐ in a quiet alleywayâI finally let out the breath I had been holding. My heart still pounded in my chest, the encounter replaying in my mind like a feverish dream. I placed a cold bottle of water in front of Damien, watching as his hands trembled slightly when he reached for it. âSo that was a grim reaper?â I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. For a grim reaper, he looks painfully normal.Damien ran a hand through his dark, tousled hair, frantically massaging his scalp as if trying to rub away the tension building inside him. His jaw was set tight, and a crease had formed between his brows, making him look more troubled than I had ever seen him before.âYes,â he exhaled, gripping the bottle but making no move to drink from it. âAs I told you, there are risks in bringing me here.âThe weight of his words pressed against my chest, but before I could speak, he continued. âWe canât bring death into the waking worl
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Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian   Chapter One Hundred Twenty Eight - Bring back
Luxiana SommerisFor a fleeting moment, I saw fear flicker across Morpheusâ faceâa brief crack in his mask of arroganceâbut he quickly smirked, recovering his composure. I had been told before that he never liked Damien, and now I understood why. It was the white flames. Something about them, something pure and ancient, unsettled him.âYouâre making this even harder,â Morpheus sneered, rising slowly from where Damien had brought him to his knees. He dusted himself off as if the attack was nothing more than a minor inconvenience, but I could see the tightness around his eyes, the tremor in his voice. âDo you really think the two of you can be together?âDamien took a cautious step forward, eyes narrowed in disbelief. Clearly, he hadnât expected Morpheus to recover so quicklyânot after being consumed by white flames, the same flames that had once been powerful enough to destroy entire darkness.Despite Morpheusâs attempt to appear unshaken, I could tell the damage was real. He was hur
Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian   Chapter One Hundred Twenty Seven - Light & Dark
Luxiana SommerisâWhereâs Anton? If you hurt him, I will end you.â I clenched my fists, which made him chuckle.He didnât say anything, but he moved forward. I didnât flinchânot when the shadow moved like a living creature, snarling without a mouth, nor when Morpheus hovered a little closer, like he was trying to study me, savor me, as if I were a guest of honor at some twisted performance heâd been rehearsing for centuries. My fists clenched at my sides, and though my heart thudded hard against my ribs, I refused to let him see fear. Not now. Not when I had come all this way.âWhat kind of show are you planning to put on this time?â I asked, my voice firm, even as the chill of his presence settled into my bones. âAnother nightmare? Another illusion to trap me in?âHe tilted his head, his expression between amusement and curiosity, like a child toying with a fragile toy, waiting to see how easily it would break.âOh, this oneâs going to be special,â he said softly, almost sweetly, as
Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian   Chapter One Hundred Twenty Six - False Dream
Luxiana SommerisUntil I reached a clearingâsomething that might once have been a beautiful place. A forest, frozen in twilight.The trees were twisted now, unmoving, but not dead. The air hung heavy with silence that pressed against my skin, sharp enough to hurt.And then I saw him. Anton stood at the center, his back to me. He was stillâtoo still. His shoulders were stiff, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, and his head was tilted slightly, as if listening to something only he could hear.But I could feel the wrongness in the air. His energy wasnât right. It vibrated dark and low, coiled and waiting like a snake beneath the surface.âAnton,â I said, almost tearing up, my voice piercing the silence like a blade. He didnât move or answer.âAnton, I know youâre in there. I know what Morpheus is doing. But I also know youâre still fighting.â I called out again.A gentle but biting wind passed through the trees. When it stopped, it became extremely cold, so when Anton laughed, I
Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian   Chapter One Hundred Twenty Five - Spike
Luxiana SommerisAfter drinking from the cool, rushing river, a wave of exhaustion washed over me so heavily that I decided to set up camp nearby, letting the gentle murmur of the water soothe my weary senses. As I sat alone beneath the twilight sky, the fire crackling softly beside me, my thoughts spiraled into a restless haze, each clinging to the next as I tried desperately to anchor myself in some semblance of calm.If Morpheus had taken Damien, I was certain I would have felt itâsome thread between us tugging, snapping, crying outâbut the silence was deafening. Could it be that those who took him were not of Morpheusâ kind at all? What if... the grim reapers had come for him instead?The thought struck me with a cold, paralyzing dread. Lying within the thin walls of my makeshift tent, I stared at the fabric ceiling, my heart pounding louder than the night sounds beyond. Damien could hold his own against nearly anyone, but when it came to the reapers... it was a different game e
Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian   Chapter One Hundred Twenty Four - Separate
Luxiana SommerisAfter the incubus delivered his cryptic message, he vanished into thin air, leaving nothing but unsettling silence. I stood there, rooted in place, unsure of how to process what he had saidâunsure of what I was supposed to feel.âFor some reasonâĶ I donât want to continue this journey anymore,â Damien murmured with a bitter laugh that held no real amusement. His voice pulled my attention upward, and I found him looking off into the distance, his expression tight with worry.âWe donât have that luxury, Damien,â I replied, my voice steady and resolute despite the turmoil churning inside me. âI have a responsibility to protect both the dream realm and the waking world. Iâm the only one who can.âHis eyes met mine then, dark and stormy with concern. âBut going back there means risking your life,â he said, each word heavy with truth. âIf Morpheus really wants you, heâll find a way to take you. Heâs done it before, and nowâĶ now heâs stronger, more prepared. You know that.â
Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian   Chapter One Hundred Twenty Three - Visitor?
Luxiana SommerisThe first light of morning filtered through the seams of the canvas tent, casting a soft golden glow that kissed the curves of our tangled bodies. I stirred first, my eyes fluttering open to the quiet rustling of leaves outside and the low hum of a world slowly waking up. The fire had long since died out, leaving behind the faint scent of smoke and warm skin from shared heat.I shifted slightly, muscles sore in the most satisfying way, and felt Damienâs arms instinctively tighten around me. He was still asleep, lashes resting gently on his cheeks. His hold was protective, possessive in a way that didnât suffocateâbut comforted, like a promise unspoken.I smiled faintly, running my fingers lightly down his back, tracing the fine lines of old scars and new warmth. His skin was hot beneath my touch, his heartbeat steady beneath my palm, grounding me in a reality that still felt like a dream.âYouâre awake,â he murmured, voice rough with sleep, eyes still half-closed bu
Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian   Chapter One Hundred Twenty Two - Rock
Luxiana SommerisâWeâll camp here for the night,â Damien announced after finding a dark cave nestled between two jagged cliffs, its mouth yawning like an endless void. Shadows curled inward, and the further I looked, the more it seemed to stretch forever, as if it led to another world entirely.I glanced around, half-expecting a bear to lumber out from the darkness. The sky beyond the cave was painted in soft shades of pink salmon, slowly fading into lavender as dusk settled. Tiny stars began to blink into view, scattered like diamonds across a deepening canvas.âYou can use your power to make a fire,â Damien said, his voice steady as he turned toward the caveâs entrance. âIâll go gather some firewood.ââNo need,â I replied, lifting my hand. âI can summon both the fire and the wood right here. Just stay with me.â I snapped my fingers, and just like that, a gentle flame flickered to life, dancing warmly in the growing chill of evening. He was always rightâit really was easier when I
Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian   Chapter One Hundred Twenty One - Travel
Luxiana SommerisThe moment our eyes fluttered open, reality returned in a soft, quiet rush. The dreamscape faded into the background like mist at dawn, leaving only the stillness of the waking realm. I blinked slowly, grounding myself in my room's familiar surroundingsâdimly lit, the air cool and still, and humming faintly with energy. The protective sigils embedded in the walls shimmered for a brief second, reacting to our presence before settling once more into silence.âIâm really back in the waking realm,â Damien muttered under his breath, taking a cautious step forward. His eyes roamed over every corner of the room, calculating and observant. âWhoaâĶ This place has a very distinct kind of barrier. It's not just protectiveâit's layered. Personalized. Was this your doing?âI nodded, unable to stop the smile tugging at my lips. There was something oddly satisfying in hearing him notice the effort I had put into securing my space. âYes, I set it up myself,â I replied, my tone lig
Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian   Chapter One Hundred Twenty - Paintings
Luxiana SommerisOne of the Dream Walkers disintegrated on the spot, its form unraveling like strands of shadow torn from the edges of a nightmare. The others lunged forward, clawing at the space between us with silent screams, their mouths gaping in distorted fury.I barely dodged in timeâone claw scraped across my shoulder, a sudden, searing sting that made the vision in my right eye blur and flicker. But I didnât hesitate. I countered with another incantation, this one more intricate and delicate, like tracing a sigil into the very air with trembling fingers and unshaken will.The second Walker halted, frozen mid-motion, trapped in a loop of its own making. It began to unravel from within, consumed by the very nightmare it had once fed upon. Its form collapsed inward, swallowed by an echo of its creation.But the last one came faster and smarter.It didnât strike with claws or fangs. Instead, it reached for my mind, dragging me into a conjured illusion so vivid it felt like reali
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