Night Watch A Novel Novels & Stories

A shiver ran down his spine when a breeze of cold air hit him; I can't let her go, even if she survived in escaping the gangster, she won’t be able to survive in this weather especially now in the middle of the night when there won't be any cabs in this area… He thought and abruptly opens his eyes and turns to stop her, but was surprised when he found the person standing in front of him… he felt sparks when she holds his wrist and hands him the keys. * Her entire life she has been fighting on her own from every hurdle destiny had thrown her way from the day her grandmother passed away but after all these years; tonight, a stranger was fighting for her. He wanted to protect her, keep her safe

Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted across this dark, lifeless plain. In a different plane lied a primordial creature of the night finding solace in the eternal night that plagued his castle, the whistle and Chimes of fate had stirred his old blood awake. He knew that times were finally changing, and it seemed he had to get back to the game. "I wonder how Netherndel is faring, it's time I get back" his deep red eyes shone with a dangerous glint as he looked across the darkness, his eyes seemed to bypass the veil between planes for his gaze had a godly presence that came with it.

He looked at me and said, "I've called the cops. I guess they'll be here in half an hour. I'll protect you in the meantime. "The second ward has reinforced doors and windows installed due to an incident, so the killer can't barge in that easily. There's a small bedroom with a partition inside. Go and get some sleep. I'll keep watch outside." I nodded and took up on his offer. I was exhausted after the entire ordeal. I lay in bed, feeling well assured. Just when I was about to fall asleep, I noticed a gold bookmark poking out from the drawers of the nightstand. I hesitated a moment before pulling the drawer out. The small drawer was filled with assorted love letters.

She frowned, remembering what granny had just said. “ our?” she mumbled. Granny could see the skepticism written all over Raven's face. She knew that the idea of being a warrior fighting against vampires was not easy to accept. She took a deep breath and continued, "Yes, our job...You see, Night Watchers are a secret society of warriors who have been protecting humanity for centuries. It is a lineage that has been passed down from generation to generation, and I am a Night Watcher, just like you are."

Chapter Ten I lift my glass up and move it half an inch, pressing it down on the table so it leaves a water ring on the surface. I repeat the process, making a pattern with the condensation. “I never knew a glass of water could be so entertaining.” Eliza slides a cocktail in front of me and leans back, crossing her arms. Lucas is in the office at the bar tonight, and I’ve been sitting at a table in the back for the last half-hour reading. I just finished my book and am still reeling from the cliffhanger ending. The next book doesn’t come out for three months, dammit.

POV: Charlotte I didn’t go back to sleep. I went back to the bedroom and lay in the dark for another two hours, not trying anymore, just lying there with the notebook on the bedside table and the locket beside it and the particular quality of a night that had become something different from what it had started as, and at some point the darkness outside the window began to shift, the deep grey of a sky deciding to become morning arriving without announcement the way mornings arrived, and I watched it happen.

Anaya yelled, her eyes locked on the dark silhouette of Christ Church looming at the far end of the square. Vikram reached into his leather satchel, his fingers brushing past the cold glass of the vial before gripping the shattered silver pocket watch they had pulled from the underground vault. The metal casing was burning hot now, the internal friction of its forced counter-rotation melting the intricate brass gears within. He raised the watch toward the advancing line of shadow entities and slammed his thumb down on the master winding crown.

"And after what just happened back there, they will be looking. Soon." His phone had been confiscated the day he was arrested, along with everything else that used to make up his life, and he had no idea what waited for them — whether his landlord had cleared the place out, whether Voss's people had already been through it, or whether anything of Daniel's box survived at all after everything that had happened since that night at their mother's kitchen table. The service road curved sharply, and through the rain-streaked windshield, Ryan caught his first glimpse of distant lights — an actual town, actual people living actual lives with no idea what had just happened a few miles behind them.

The night broke like glass. Mara’s eyes snapped open at the sound — not the soft tapping she’d grown used to, but something sharper. Wood groaning. A latch giving. Her breath caught in her throat as the door shivered against its hinges. The First Watcher stirred beside her, knife already in his fist before his eyes even opened. His instincts were coiled steel. He froze, listening, the blade gleaming faintly in the moonlight that slipped through the curtains.

The clock on the nightstand reads 11:47. Midnight is thirteen minutes away. The numbers glow red in the dark room, pulsing like a heartbeat, like a countdown, like a warning. Nathaniel is on the phone with Marcus, his voice low, urgent, the words spilling out in rushed bursts. Julian is pulling security footage from the building across the street, frame by frame, searching for a face, a shadow, a shape in the dark.