Night Watcher Zero Novels & Stories

“I don’t like that.” Ethan smirked. “You don’t like anything.” Rachel shot him a glare. “Yeah, and I’m typically right.” I gripped the armrest. “Vanessa, what the hell is The Watchers Initiative?” Vanessa’s voice changed into strained. “It’s now no longer only a file. It’s a warning.” The pod shook violently as we hit the decreased atmosphere. And then— My telecel smartphone buzzed. An unmarried message. Unknown:“They see you now.”

I got the rest of my bills and returned to my apartment. =//= As I pinged myself in with my new ID card, I ran into Dr Dawson. He stopped and then pointed his finger at me. "You, come on over to this side." I stepped through the barrier and he pointed out the people who were in his small group of people. "Look at all of theses faces, Ms. Spitz. They are all key members of the team that you'll be joining. They will get up to speed with our current project. Staffers, this is Livia. She will be joining our team on this current project. She will be my supporting assistant. There are guards as well, but there is no need for introduction of them. They don't respond to names."

“It’s overriding… whatever this is, it’s rewriting the internal architecture—” The childlike voice grew louder, echoing from every speaker. “Julian… where are you…?” Sienna’s legs nearly gave out. Vaughn exhaled softly, almost reverently. “It’s begun.” Damian turned to Vaughn, voice razor-edged. “Turn it off. Right now.” “I can’t,” Vaughn whispered. “Phase Zero has recognized its missing link.” Suddenly the monitors flashed with a pulsing image—something abstract at first, then horrifyingly familiar.

Like something from an old memory, or maybe a forgotten dream. Later that night, I stood at our bedroom window while Kane and Aria slept. The moon had waned since the ceremony, but its light still silvered the pack grounds. Everything looked peaceful — transformed from battleground to sanctuary in just a few short weeks. Movement flickered at the edge of my vision again. This time, I caught a glimpse of a hooded figure before it melted into the shadows. Not threatening, exactly, but… watching. Waiting. I considered waking the others but decided against it. We'd faced enough threats lately. Whatever — or whoever — this watcher was, they could wait until morning. Tonight was for peace, for the

What did they want? I needed to know. Carsini looked at the TV monitor in his living room at a scared Sarah looking confused. the emotion in his eyes was visible. nearly 20 years of searching and observation have finally yielded results. his plans were about to come to fruition. and nothing and no one would stop him. Amanda arrives in the classroom and passes by the usual place where she saw Sarah with her notebooks studying. When she doesn't see the young woman in that place, she feels panic. what was going on?

Then the sky fills with the mechanical whine of drones . Adrian stiffens. I look up through the broken roof . Black drones swarm like angry wasps , red lights blinking, giant screens on their bellies flashing the same image over and over. Adrian’s face. Underneath, in bold white letters : WANTED : TURNED TRAITOR – DEAD OR ALIVE REWARD : 5 MILLION CREDITS NIGHTWATCH DIRECTIVE 66 – TERMINATE ON SIGHT His wanted poster loops, again and again, his silver eyes staring down at us like a ghost.

EZREAL’S POV Then I saw it. Three lines that were written darker than the rest. ‘When the Watcher sleeps. When the Bell does not ring. When thorns remember why they were grown.’ My mouth went dry. Vincent noticed immediately. “Boss, what did you see?” I swallowed. “The Bell.” Aiden’s eyes widened. “The old chapel bell.” “Which hasn’t rung since the schism,” Baron finished. “Because it cracked.” “And the Watcher,” I added, dread curling tight in my gut, “is the constellation Malrick followed. It ‘sleeps’ during the new moon.”

I stood frozen on the crowded sidewalk as the city moved around me—people laughing, cars rushing past, life going on as if nothing had changed. But everything had. Because now I realized something that made my blood run cold: I wasn’t the only one working against Richard. Someone else had been watching. Waiting. Planning. And I had no idea who they were what they wanted or whether they were truly trying to help… or just using us all for their own purpose. Tomorrow, I would find out.

“Adrian, prep the vehicles. We move at dusk.” Lily straightened, tucking her notebook into her jacket. “I’m coming.” William looked at her, his expression unreadable for a beat. Then he gave a single approving nod. “Stay close. Always.” As plans were drawn and equipment checked, a shadow passed unnoticed along the far perimeter fence. Natasha crouched low, watching the glow from the safehouse windows. She whispered into the night, her smile cold. “Let’s see if your William can save you this time.”

His breath was heavy, his very presence bending the branches around him as though the forest feared him. Nyxara’s smile was a sliver of cruelty. “Find her,” she ordered. “Drag her back breathing, but if she resists… break her.” The Watcher gave a single nod, a metallic scrape echoing as his clawed gauntlet flexed, and then he turned, melting into the darkness as if swallowed whole by the forest. Behind her sisters, Thorne’s hands curled tightly into fists. Her gray eyes flickered with unease, tracing the path where the Watcher had vanished. Rhea’s face haunted her thoughts—not as prey, but as a soul undeserving of their wrath.