Semua Bab Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian: Bab 111 - Bab 117

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