Moonwatcher Novels & Stories

The cold of a thing that is not random and has known where it was going for long enough to arrive without rushing. I gripped the doorframe and ran the timing. Two patrols. Different routes. The gap between their rotations I had been watching the security rotation for ten days the way I watched everything, mapping the intervals, identifying the overlaps. Both missed check-ins fell in the same window. The same twelve-minute opening in the north-to-west sweep where the coverage thinned to a single pair. Someone else had been watching the rotation too. The cold in my spine settled lower and became something else. Not fear. Certainty.

“What did I just do?” Across from her, Alden Rowe seemed thinner now, his outline blurring at the edges like fog dissolving in morning light. “You accepted the watch,” he said. “The light answers to the one who chooses it.” “I didn’t choose anything!” she shot back. “You said the town—” “And you stayed.” Another tremor rippled through the cliff, but weaker this time. Below, the massive shape sank slowly into darker water. Not gone. Just deeper. Waiting. Mara forced herself to look at the lens. It was no longer cracked and dusty. The glass shimmered, polished and whole, casting a beam far across the ocean. Symbols faintly glowed along the brass frame—spirals and wave-like markings she had nev

Something wrong. The Watcher isn’t just a curse. It’s a witness. And it’s watching me.

the Watcher intoned cryptically, his eyes glinting with an otherworldly light. My brow furrowed. "The staff belongs to me? But I've never owned such an object." The Watcher paused, turning to face me. His eyes held a depth that seemed to pierce through the layers of reality. "It once belonged to you, but you misplaced it—a consequence of the tumultuous journey your life has taken. Now, it lies in the depths of the sewer, a realm few dare to tread."

Rough with awe. “I get that a lot,” I said, stepping into view. “Now tell me why you’re watching me and the girl, or I’ll let the shadows finish what they started.” His gaze flicked over me, calculating. Not afraid. Which annoyed me. “I’m not your enemy,” he said. “My name is Caelan Vire. I’m a Watcher.” The word hit like a curse. I let go of the blade, letting it drop into the dirt between us. “Those relics died centuries ago.”

Hazel says from behind her. Hazel's voice is cracking now. She looks at the display case. She looks at me. "Be quiet, Hazel," Marcella snaps. "We do not need these medicines," Hazel whispers. "We need to show this bitch who rules the Westview continent," Marcella says. I lift my left wrist. I touch the small silver button on the side of my watch. The tiny screen flashes green once. Cooper made this device himself. It records every sound, every word, and every breath within ten metres.

He questioned, seeing the nervousness in my eyes and my mouth almost tasting metallic. "Yes, I think I am." I let it out without fear, I'm the Moonglow, reincarnation of the moon goddess at least that was the mantra I chanted to myself as assurance now and then. The car eased into the driveway and there were many more wolves than the last time beta wolves, omega wolves and Gamma wolves. Just as my eyes were doing the physical calculation. One of the betas walked towards us. His face was scarred and his build was visible from the jersey shirt he worked on. His platinum blond hair was nearly brushed in Jerry curls.

“The Crimson Moon Pack is out searching for weaknesses among sages; they are not relenting in their quest for revenge. Hence their attack on Davine.” “Well, they will not find any.” He spoke with assurance. She stayed silent, not giving any support to what he just said. He tilted her chin, forcing her to look at him. “They will not find any weakness, will they?” “Davine believes the moon goddess is too perfect to create an all-powerful creature with no form of weakness. And the pack believes a watcher would know of those weaknesses; Davine doesn’t know because he’s not a watcher,” she answered, and she glanced up at him. “Quincy is a watcher, and he might know. I believe that with the right