All Chapters of Incubus Reborn: Sleepless promise: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The air above Duskmoor was thick with smoke and magic. The streets below burned with more than just fire—they burned with fury. Saraphina’s name echoed through the night like a song and a warning.From the balcony of the ruined east tower, Saraphina stood wrapped in torn cloaks, her hair wild from the storm winds that carried ash and embers. Lucian was at her side, his eyes reflecting both awe and fear as he watched her—his bondmate, his curse, his salvation—stand in defiance of the council that had ruled for generations.“They’re coming,” Kaelen shouted from below. His blade was slick with blood, his expression grim. “Malrec’s soldiers broke the western gate. Astra’s people are holding them off, but not for long.”“I know,” Saraphina said, voice calm despite the chaos. Her palms glowed faintly, the runes etched in her skin pulsing with rhythm like a heartbeat. “He’s desperate now. He’ll burn every street if it means killing the truth.”Lucian stepped closer. “And you? You’d burn with

The city was no longer sleeping. Fires smoldered in the streets, banners torn down and replaced by symbols drawn in chalk — the same rune that had burned across Seraphina’s palm since her first nightmare. The mark of the awakening. The mark of rebellion.Lucian stood in the bell tower above the square, eyes scanning the flicker of torches below. From this height, he could see everything — the crowd swelling, the shouts echoing against the stone, the guards breaking formation as chaos spilled through the avenues. But beneath the noise, he felt something else: the pull in his chest that told him she was near.Seraphina.He turned sharply when Mirielle’s footsteps echoed behind him. “You can’t keep waiting for her up here,” she said, breathless, clutching the railing. “If Malrec’s men reach the bridge, we lose the river, and the city goes with it.”Lucian’s voice was low. “She said she would be here.”“She said a lot of things,” Mirielle snapped. “Including that she wouldn’t face him alo

The corridor trembled as another explosion shook the foundations of the eastern tower. Dust rained from the high arches, and the blue sigils carved into the walls flickered, struggling to hold their charge. Lucian steadied himself against the wall, breathing hard. His wings—half-spread, dark against the ruin’s glow—caught the stray light like blades of shadow.“Seraphina!” he called over the roar of collapsing stone. “Where are you?”A flash of gold answered. From the smoke at the corridor’s end, Seraphina emerged, the rune on her palm burning brighter than any torch. Her hair was tangled with ash, her gown torn at the sleeves, but her eyes—those defiant, impossible eyes—shone like a living star.“I’m here,” she shouted, staggering into his reach. “The wards—Malrec’s tearing them down from within!”Lucian caught her before she fell, the air around them shimmering with the pulse of the fading magic. “Then we end this before he brings the tower down on all of us.”“He’s in the inner san

The wind off the river carried the stench of ash and the echo of distant bells. Saraphina stood at the shattered window of the east tower, staring out over Duskmoor as flames licked the horizon. Below, the streets writhed with chaos—half the city crying her name, the other half hunting it.Lucian moved behind her, his voice low. “He’s burning the lower wards to drive them toward the square. He wants them corralled before the decree.”Saraphina turned. Her eyes, rimmed with soot and sleeplessness, burned fiercer than the city below. “He thinks if he turns the people’s fear into a wall, I’ll break against it.”“He’s not wrong,” Kaelen said grimly from the stairwell. “They’re terrified, Phina. Half the market’s been trampled trying to escape the fires. We can’t save everyone.”Mirielle slammed a scroll onto the table between them. “Then we save the truth. This—” she unrolled it, revealing the council’s signed orders—“is Malrec’s death warrant. If we can get it to the Archive Hall, the co

The tower walls shook with the echoes of distant bells — alarm, panic, chaos. Outside, Duskmoor burned again, but this time it wasn’t Saraphina’s doing. Malrec’s forces had come in the night, setting wards that flared blue in the fog, sealing off every exit. The siege had begun.Inside the old sanctum, Lucian shoved a heavy oak beam across the doors. “They’re already in the lower courtyard,” he said, breath ragged. “If we hold this line, we buy the others time.”Saraphina stood before the window slit, her hand pressed to the cold stone. Beyond, the city smoldered beneath a bruised sky, the streets crawling with soldiers and spellfire. “This isn’t just another purge,” she murmured. “He’s not trying to capture us anymore. He means to erase us.”Lucian turned to her, his expression taut with the ache of knowing she was right. “Then he underestimates what we’ve become.”She looked back at him, and for a moment the world stilled. “And what are we now, Lucian?”He stepped closer, the faint