Todos los capítulos de Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Luxiana SommerisDamien nodded thoughtfully, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Dreams,” he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur, “are mirrors to the soul, reflecting the emotions that dominate both your conscious and subconscious mind.”“Humans rarely linger in one emotion for long, so whatever is strongest within you—fear, desire, sorrow, joy—that’s what the dream realm manifests,” he added.He stepped closer now, his presence casting a gentle shadow over me. His dark eyes locked with mine, and there was an intensity there, a quiet kind of wisdom that reminded me how little I truly understood about his world. “But you,” he continued, his voice softening, “are different. You walk the line between worlds. Your power gives you the ability to shape dreams and mold them into what they need to be. That’s a gift—but also a responsibility.”Damien paused, his gaze flickering to the book still in my hands. “You must be careful, Xiana,” he added, his tone carrying a quiet warn

Luxiana Sommeris“Oh wow, this place is incredible, Xiana.” I heard Damien say, his voice unusually cheerful and almost sounded like he was in awe.It was a tone I wasn’t accustomed to hearing from him, one that felt oddly out of place but still welcome.I opened my eyes, blinking as the breathtaking scene before us unfolded. We stood at the mountain's peak, surrounded by a sea of towering trees that swayed gently in the cool breeze. The air was crisp and clean, carrying the faint, earthy scent of pine. But the view wasn’t the only thing that stole my breath away. Near the edge of the cliff, bathed in the warm, golden hues of the setting sun, was a picnic mat laid out with meticulous care. The sunlight danced across the horizon, its fiery glow painting the sky in amber, pink, and purple shades. The entire setting felt impossibly romantic like something pulled straight from the depths of a dream. For a moment, I couldn’t help but glance down at my hands, tracing the edges of my fin

Luxiana SommerisWe had dinner at this elegant restaurant Margaret had reserved for the occasion. Ten of us were seated around the long rectangular table, each person positioned in a way that made conversation both inviting and a bit daunting for someone like me.Most of the attendees were colleagues I rarely saw in person. Many of them worked from home, handling tasks like accounting and payroll, and visited the library only once or twice a week. One man, quiet and focused, was responsible for the technical side of library operations—a vital but often unseen role.Margaret had also invited our janitor and janitress, a thoughtful gesture to recognize their efforts. They were the ones who ensured that every morning, the library was spotless and welcoming for all of us. Their presence added warmth to the gathering, a reminder of how everyone’s contribution mattered, no matter their role.I knew their names—I'd heard them enough times to commit them to memory—but starting a conversatio

Luxiana SommerisDamien’s laugh pulled me out of my swirling thoughts, “Two glasses? Really? I can’t imagine. That must have been so embarrassing for you.”“Not really,” I replied, brushing off the comment with a small shrug. “But I did decline when Anton offered to take me home.” My words lingered for a moment before I sighed, a deep breath escaping as though it might lighten the weight on my chest. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t shake Anton from my mind. Something about the way he reacted earlier about what I said kept replaying in my head, like an itch I couldn’t quite reach.“Anton, huh?” Damien’s voice broke through again, his tone light but layered with something I couldn’t quite place. Was it amusement? Curiosity? Perhaps even mockery. “You two seem to be getting pretty close.”I shot him a look, mildly defensive, though I tried to keep my tone even. “Is there a problem with that? We’re working together on the upcoming library event, so we’ve been spending time toget

Luxiana Sommeris“Crap, crap,” I muttered under my breath, wiping sweat from my forehead as I pushed myself to keep going. My lungs burned, each breath ragged, but I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop. The shadows were still behind me, stretching closer with every second.If I stopped now, they would catch me. I didn’t even know how long I’d been running. Minutes? Hours? Time blurred when fear had its claws in you. My legs were screaming in protest, threatening to buckle beneath me, but I kept forcing them forward. The thought of what they might do to me was enough to drown out the pain.A shiver ran down my spine as fear coiled around my chest like a snake. My mind whispered one unsettling truth: They won’t stop until they have you.Then it happened. My foot caught on something, and I tumbled forward with a startled cry. “Ah!” My body crashed hard against the ground, a sharp jolt of pain racing through me as I landed on my back. For a moment, I just lay there, dazed, my eyes staring