Clouds Of Witness Novels & Stories

“Nothing can exist between worlds. You either are or you are not.” “That was my understanding as well,” the Guardian admitted. “Yet here stands proof otherwise.” By the time a response team reached the intruder, the wolf had seated themselves calmly in the centre of the settlement’s main square, waiting with patient calm that suggested they had expected the response. They were older than any living wolf in the network, fur completely white with age, eyes carrying depths that made even hardened warriors uncomfortable to meet directly. “I am called Witness,” the wolf said when the armed team surrounded them. “I mean no harm. I come bearing information you need to survive what approaches.”

Jaryth reached to stop her but her expression made him freeze. Not fear. Not defiance. Clarity. She crouched slowly in the spiral’s center, touching the stone at its heart. And whispered: “I name you. Not as weapon. Not as wound. But as witness.” The ground beneath her shimmered. Then parted. But not down. Upward A column of thread-light rose from the spiral, reaching into the sky and splintering into branches of color. The sky dimmed around it not darkness, but absorption, like the bloom was pulling from the sunlight itself.

The world began to disappear beneath my feet. Not violently. Not painfully. Quietly. The palace stones dissolved into drifting particles of light, floating upward toward the rift as if reality itself was being rewritten. Gasps echoed around us as warriors struggled to keep their balance on ground that no longer fully existed. Above, the Final Witness descended. It was neither light nor darkness. It was memory made form. Its body shimmered with countless shifting images lives, worlds, moments unfolding endlessly across its surface. Every movement revealed fragments of existence itself.

It was a raw, paralyzing fear—the kind only a being millions of years old could truly possess. "It remembers." Ava’s stomach tightened. "What remembers?" Daniel’s silver gaze slowly lifted toward the heavens. "The Witness." The name sent a violent ripple through the network, causing billions of connected minds to react instinctively. Even without understanding what the title meant, the word itself felt profoundly wrong. It felt like a bleeding wound in reality itself. Marcus staggered forward, his voice a frail whisper. "The Witness?" The First Human nodded through Daniel’s levitating form. "It observes."

She walked closer and looked up to see the most magnificent sight she had ever witnessed. The clouds were scattered across the sky, each one a different color and shape. They moved quickly, too fast to follow, yet Jewel couldn't tear her gaze away. She was entranced by the beauty of the sky and its ability to mesmerize anyone who gazed upon it. For a moment, she forgot about everything else in the world, and there was only the sky. As Jewel watched the clouds move and shift, the same thought kept repeating itself in her head: this is a sign. She smiled. This was definitely a good omen.

​"He’s stable, but he took a massive hit to the head. Although he is out of immediate danger, he is in a coma. I can’t guarantee when or if he will wake up." ​The world tilted on its axis. A coma. My vision blurred, my knees gave out, and everything went black. ​When I finally opened my eyes, the clinical scent of disinfectant filled my lungs. Amelia was sitting by my side. The moment she saw me stir, she rushed over. ​"Tate, are you okay?" ​I nodded, though hot tears immediately began to fall. ​"Come on, Tate, please don't," she said, her own tears spilling over.

I watched it land on her face as the ambulance sirens finally rose faint and distant through the broken window, and watched some new and terrible arithmetic complete itself behind her eyes. “Renata.” I said her name carefully, the way you’d approach something wounded and unpredictable. “He said your fingerprints have been on this for nineteen years. What did he mean?” Her eyes came up to mine, and for a moment I thought she’d simply refuse to answer, retreat back into the composed, untouchable woman from the doorway. Instead something in her seemed to finally give way, some final wall worn through by watching her nephew bleed out on the floor in front of her.

The Witness was staring at Liana as though seeing her for the first time. Liana noticed immediately. "What?" The Witness said nothing. "What are you looking at?" Finally, it whispered: "Your eyes." Liana touched her face. "What about them?" "They're different." Kael looked closely. He frowned. "I don't see anything." The Witness stepped backward. "Neither did I before." Liana's stomach tightened. "What did you see?" The Witness looked toward the Celestial Heart. "The memory." Caelum's expression changed. "What memory?" The Witness shook its head.

I walked out of the hallway of the Vane Oasis Resort . It was like stepping into a world. The flashlights of the agents were replaced by the flashing cameras of the paparazzi. The music had. The people were staring at me in shock. Julian was walking behind me his sleeves rolled up. His eyes fixed on the crowd. He did not touch me. I could feel his presence. It was like he was radiating an aura that drew everyones attention. A reporter from the Nevada Ledger shouted out a question. "Mr. Vane can you comment on the search warrant and the federal agents in the building?"

But The Witness will never be satisfied until that damn bastard is cleared up. “All the evidence points strongly to him. Let the legal process finish him off. We don't have to waste energy killing him." "Are you starting to dare to dictate to me?" hissed the Witness dangerously on the other side. Richmond quickly shook his head and put on standby mode to face The Witness who was surrounded by anger on the other side. The Witness is the typically grumpy. If his emotions are just a little disturbed, then his life will be compensated for all the energy wasted because of anger.