Night Watcher Zero Novels & Stories

"We must perform the light binding. Now!" Raven trembled. "I don't know how!" "I'll guide you!" exclaimed Valtorius. "You just need to follow my energy!" And just then, from behind the unnatural shadows, two shapeless eyes appeared-not eyes in the usual sense, but two points of void light that stared straight into their souls. The Night Watcher... had arrived. The hallway was now a living nightmare. Valtorius and Raven ran with all their might, their breathing ragged, heartbeats pounding in their ears.

"And if she won't listen?" I looked at the photograph in my hands. "Then we protect what we've built. Together." The Watcher Reyes's team arrived at midnight. They swept the property, the garden, the surrounding streets. They found nothing. But I knew she was out there. I stood at the window of my mother's study, watching the dark. Adam came up behind me. "You should sleep." "I can't." "Then I'll stay with you." We stood together, watching. At 3 a.m., the gate creaked.

Then, faintly: She’s not gone. Cade’s breath caught. “Lila?” She’s waiting in the water. The lights snapped off. The dorm plunged into darkness. When they came back on, the shard was gone. Only a wet handprint gleamed on the desk. [POV 2 – The Watcher] He’s awake again. He always wakes at 02:17. Patterns don’t lie. I mark the time on the notepad and glance through the one-way glass. Cade sits on the bed exactly where he’s supposed to be. The containment perimeter glows faintly around the room—a soft blue barrier invisible to him but clear through my lenses.

Watching him was like watching a wire pulled too tight — inevitable, waiting only for the snap. It came just past midnight. A sound outside: deliberate, heavy boots on wet soil. Not stealthy. Not a mistake. A declaration. The first Watcher froze, knife clenched, his whole body going taut. His eyes flicked to Mara, then to the door. “Stay here.” The words were gravel, dragged out of his throat. Then he moved, quick and silent, vanishing into the storm. Mara’s breath hitched. Her heart slammed against her ribs. She crawled to the window, parting the curtains with trembling fingers.

Right before I lost all consciousness, I saw those strange floating words in front of me again. [The side character has died such a tragic death. The villain will surely go crazy.] [My god! How could they do that to my favorite villain pairing? They are so much more believable than the main characters!] When I opened my eyes once more, the pain had completely vanished. I subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall. Midnight. Comments appeared in front of me again. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

Who looked oddly proud. The First Architect noticed. And groaned. "Please don't tell me you're happy about this." Origin smiled. "I'm a little happy." The Architect covered his face. The Third Silence laughed again. The Second Silence shook his head. The First Silence watched quietly. And Nova… Nova couldn't stop staring at the sky. Because among the Witnesses, one had noticed her. A single star-born being. Standing motionless. Watching. The figure slowly descended. Closer. Closer.

BOSS DETECTED: BASTION WARDEN (FIREWALL PROTOCOL). LEVEL: 60 (ELITE). "Target acquisition: Unauthorized Users," the Warden’s monitor flashed with text. Its voice was a deep, rumbling bass that shook the floor. "Purge sequence initiated." "Jax," Ren said, racking the bolt of his rifle. "We have two minutes before the Blackwatch breaches the bridge in the real world. Kill it fast." The Warden charged, closing the distance with terrifying speed. TIME: 16:25 HOURS.

We're running toward each other. And maybe—just maybe—we'll survive what comes next. My phone buzzes one more time. Another unknown number: You made the right choice. But you should know—Richard's already in Vegas. He knew you'd come here. He's waiting. And he's not alone. This is going to get ugly. Be ready. —The Watcher The Watcher. The person who's been photographing us. The person who warned us about Richard. Who are they? Why are they helping? What do they want?

Now, why was I sitting up here at the tallest point of this place and staring out into the city like I was thinking of leaving? I'm not really sure. I have a feeling that something is happening. That feeling came from, well, the Nightmare Eyes. Weird inventions that the Nightmare Master uses to watch people, and for some reason, I'm now being watched. Three of them swarmed into here from somewhere and just watched me. Of course I got irritated being stared at, so I may have shot one of them down.

He simply listened as the room fell quiet again. Then the phone vibrated a third time, relentless and precise. He reached into the dark, his fingers finding the cool glass of the screen. The secure identifier glowed back at him, casting a faint blue light across his face: HARPER — HORIZON CONTINGENCY NETWORK. Ethan pushed himself up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed as the weight of the hour settled into his shoulders. Harper didn't call at midnight to offer polite pleasantries or ask about his weekend.