All Chapters of Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Damien“What on earth were you thinking?!” Lilith's voice roared with fury, her eyes burning like coals. “Do you have any idea that the Grim Reapers came to investigate how you managed to cross into the mortal realm?”“They’re starting to suspect that an Oneiromancer is still alive—and if that rumor spreads, she’ll be hunted like prey,” she snapped, each word sharper than the last.I blinked slowly, more from indifference than surprise. Her warnings barely registered—I was too focused on my arms. Good. My fingers were growing back.Since I returned to the dream realm, half of my body had been flickering in and out, like smoke caught in the wind. But here... here, I could regenerate.Slowly, yes. Painfully slow. But it was happening. I just had to be careful now—no more recklessness, no more crossing lines I wasn’t meant to.Lilith had been the one tending to me, feeding me unfamiliar magic to keep me tethered, to help me heal. I hadn’t fully understood it until now: the only thing cap

Luxiana SommerisI managed to slip into the depths of his subconscious, my soul treading lightly through the I managed to slip past the veil of reality, tapping gently into the depths of his subconscious.It was a slow descent, like falling through thick fog, my soul wading into the quiet, hidden places of Elijah’s mind. The further I sank, the heavier everything became—my limbs, my thoughts, even the very air around me. It was dark—so dark that it felt as though I were moving through a world drained of color and light. And with that darkness came a gnawing sense of dread that curled in my chest. Something about this place felt… off. Not just distant, but bruised, like a memory that had been hurt too many times.Still, I pressed forward. I had to. And yet, no matter how deep I went, I couldn’t stop my thoughts from drifting to Anton. He had been acting strange lately—distant, distracted, like he was only half-present. There was a tightness to his smiles, a shadow behind his eyes tha

Luxiana SommerisI didn’t go home. Not until Elijah opened his eyes. Something was unsettling about watching someone lie unconscious in a hospital bed—so still, so silent, the steady beeping of machines the only confirmation that life still lingered within them. I stayed by his side, curled into the stiff hospital chair, watching the way his chest rose and fell. I listened to the sterile hum of the fluorescent lights and counted the cracks on the tiled ceiling just to keep myself grounded. I refused to leave. I refused to let him wake up alone.When he finally did, it was slow—his eyes fluttering open like he wasn’t sure if the nightmare had truly ended. And when his gaze landed on me, the dam broke. Tears welled up in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks as he reached for me like a drowning man catching hold of a lifeline.“You brought me back,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and shaky. “I was trapped… and it was your voice, your presence… that pulled me out. I came back because of y

Luxiana SommerisThe wind outside had begun to howl, curling against the windows in long, eerie sighs, as though the very air sensed what was coming. It whispered secrets I wasn’t ready to hear, murmuring truths only the night could carry.The remnants of my dream clung to me like a second skin—cold, damp, and far too real. No warmth in the waking world could chase away the chill it left behind. Damien stood quietly at the edge of the room, his broad shoulders tense, his jaw tight. He didn’t have to say anything for me to know he felt it too—that strange pull in the atmosphere, the subtle shift that warned of danger ahead.“You’re sure about this?” he asked again, his voice a low rumble, edged with dread.“I have to be,” I murmured, fingers tightening around the heavy cloak wrapped around my shoulders. It was more for comfort than protection. “No one else can do this.”“She wants me for a reason,” I continued, moistening my lower lip with the edge of my tongue. “I’ll use that. I’ll u

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 time—one claw scraped across my shoulder, a sudden, searing sting that made the vision in my right eye blur and flicker. But I didn’t 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 didn’t strike with claws or fangs. Instead, it reached for my mind, dragging me into a conjured illusion so vivid it felt like reali