Night Watch A Novel Novels & Stories

Novah’s POV The stone walls of Moonstone Keep held the cold of the night long after dawn’s weak light filtered through the narrow window. Novah woke not to silence, but to the low, constant thrum beneath her skin. The *pack pulse*. It wasn’t just sound; it was texture, temperature, weight pressing against her consciousness even before her eyes opened.

*Winter* Waking up was never easy; it felt like struggling with the remnants of a strange dream, but today was different. The first things I noticed were the soft glow of moonlight pouring through the large window and the velvet night sky dotted with tiny stars. It was breathtaking and made the sterile environment around me feel unexpectedly warm, though I couldn't shake the lingering confusion drifting through my mind.

But isn't that kind of obvious? In what seems like seconds instead of minutes, I'm turning into the Holiday Inn parking lot and sure enough, it looks exactly the way it did when I left. The lighting, the cars, the night sky. I pull into the same parking space as an intense, warm sensation floods my body. I turn off the engine and I catch something black out of the corner of my eye. I know exactly who it is. The Watchman. Incredibly, I actually felt him before I saw him and now I have no doubt he can feel it too.

_*]:min-w-0"> POV: LUNA _*]:min-w-0"> _*]:min-w-0"> I didn't sleep. Again. Between the spy in the tower and the challenge happening tonight, my brain refused to shut off. _*]:min-w-0"> Nova found me at dawn. Sitting on my bed. Staring at the wall. _*]:min-w-0"> "You look terrible." _*]:min-w-0"> "Thanks." _*]:min-w-0">

- she said to herself, rubbing eyes lightly with her hand. After all, Nadir had spent all her life in the Underworld, and to feed she would always go out at night, returning before sunrise, so she was not used to it, and the sun's rays striking her eyes were not pleasant. Nadir got up and pulled the blinds all the way down, then folded the couch she slept on and stowed the sheets in it.

Because it wasn’t just a dream. Some nights, I swore I felt eyes on me long after the guards had changed shifts. Shadows lingered outside my window, too still, too deliberate to be tricks of the light. And once,just once,a note had appeared on my dresser. Blank, but carrying a scent that wrapped around me like smoke. It was familiar and irresistible. And yet I couldn’t remember who it belonged to.

“I am an old fellow, I won't look my eyes out; but I'1l call everybody this minute, let others stare at you.” “I'11 come down!” cried Basira. With that, Zastar turned toward the side of the house. “As God lives, somebody is coming!” said he. In fact, from behind the corner appeared young Adam Novoveski, who, coming on horseback, had tied his beast at the side-gate and passed around the house himself, wishing to enter through the main door. Basira, seeing him, was on the ground in two springs, but too late. Unfortunately, Sir Adam had seen her springing from the ladder, and stood confused, astonished, and covered with blushes like a young girl. Basira stood before him in the same way, till a

LILY JUST WANTED a break. She just wanted to sleep. She needed to sleep. Lily hadn’t slept in almost a week, and the events of tonight would keep her up even longer. How was she supposed to believe something as ridiculous as the existence of supernatural creatures? It was wild, and fantastical! It was the type of thing that almost put her in the nuthouse. She knew better than to admit the existence of supernatural beings, yet that doctor was so opened about it.

He was the sort that you pass money to in the shadows, the sort that you only see when the gleam of his eyes and the gleam of his knife shine out of the darkness. This servant saw Elizabeth’s red hair reflecting the sun and her round figure moving slowly from the hill to the trees. He knew his time had come. He knew what was expected of him. So Elizabeth followed Charlie, and the man with the knife followed Elizabeth. The scream that followed seemed to rent the whole world in two. It cleaved through the air, brushed across the treetops and made them shudder. It arrowed through the town, made heads turn and mouths whisper. And it pounded against the windows of the house on the hill and made t

Every single one trusted. Which meant one thing. This was about to get ugly. ⸻ Back at the penthouse nobody slept. Again. The city outside slowly transitioned from night to dawn. Nobody noticed. Nobody cared. The dining table had transformed into a war room. Documents covered every surface. Screens glowed. Phones rang. People moved constantly. Charlotte thrived in chaos. It was honestly impressive. Meanwhile I focused on something else. The note. WE WERE WATCHED. Three words. Simple.