Nightwatcher Zero Novels & Stories

he cut my words and he said those to me. "Austin, I am saying that we got technology." I said and he paused. "If you are telling me to look for him through CCTV cameras, the whole city is too large to watch everything." he explained and I chuckles. "I just remembered, that I got the nightwatchers." I mumbled. "What is that?" he asked and I grinned. "I will tell to you tomorrow, let me get some sleep first." I said to him. "Wait, did you not went home last night?" he asked when I was about to end the call.

[Designation 02: Polar Watch – Low-orbit persistent surveillance and residual-signature lattice] [Designation 03: Nightfall Array – Mid-orbit kinetic / pathogen-dispersal hybrid] [Status: All three assets in active pre-deployment or early operational windows] [Priority tasking on residual Stage 2 symbiotic signatures: Monitored variable across all three platforms] Three assets. The lunar mirror was the visible hammer—the one Continuity had already used to glass the original fortress ridge. Polar Watch was the eye that never closed, a low-orbit lattice designed to maintain continuous residual-signature tracking even when ground seekers and direct-action teams lost the trail under rock or dens

Except it wasn't empty. A single figure stood near the exit, silhouetted against the weak exterior lighting, waiting with the patient stillness of someone who'd expected them all along. Marcus's radio crackled again, this time with a voice Ryan recognized instantly from the underground corridor, calm, measured, and utterly without mercy. "Going somewhere, Warden?" Griggs said, stepping fully into the light, flanked by two guards Ryan hadn't even seen until they moved. "You really thought I'd leave the one exit nobody's supposed to use unwatched?"

The store owner said, taking the Life Cell from Natasha and giving it a look, confirming it was nearly drained of power. "Can I also get help with this?" Natasha asked, showing the store owner her damaged alarm beeper. "Sure! We got a ton o' those right over there," the store owner pointed to one end, "lemme go get you a new one and maybe you can pick out another beeper for yourself!" "Okay, thanks," Natasha nodded and moved towards the section filled with alarm clocks, watches and beepers. She found the beeper she was looking for, next to a set of watches—hologram watches. Natasha recalled Carter had one of those back at the lab as she took out one. It resembled any other ordinary digital w

Loud, echoing through the intercom system—which shouldn't have been working, but somehow was. "Lucian Drakov." The voice was synthesized. Distorted. It sounded like a choir of static. "We are Zero Day. We are the end of your line." I looked at the small monitor inside the safe room. It was battery-powered. The image was grainy, infrared. It showed the living room. Lucian was behind the overturned sofa. He was firing into the dark. The men in white suits were advancing. They had night vision goggles. Lucian was blind. "Open the door," Adrian whispered. "Daddy..."

Panicked and breathless, I cried out, "What do you want? Stop doing that shit!" A sinister calm resonated in his response, "Well, no rush. Just keep watching." As I watched with bated breath, my screen transformed into a window into a hidden world. A room filled with a dizzying array of advanced technological devices was revealed. It was a sinister sight, confirming Zero-One's ominous warning that there were indeed nefarious forces at play. I was perilously close to their reach, and their malevolent intent was palpable. Finally, after a tumultuous sequence of events, relief washed over me like a tide, and I dared to ask, "Did you deactivate their system?"

She also wanted to find Maverick, but he wasn't answering her calls. Lucy asked, "Uncle Carl, why don't you activate the Night Watch and locate Maverick?" The Night Watch was an internal communication device that every member of the Night Crawlers had. Once the device was activated, everyone had to get to the designated location as soon as possible, or they risked being punished. Carl was alarmed, "Why are you so interested in him?" "Uncle Carl, you have Whitney and Violet to accompany you. I don't even have someone I could bicker with," Lucy said.

I don't walk around unarmed, that's the first rule of being an assassin. I move quietly, listening, observing. Zero’s waiting by the door, his big shape dark against a weak streetlight. He’s smiling, a cocky grin that says he’s got something good. “Took you long enough, MG,” he says in a teasing tone. “Don’t start,” I say back, but I smile a little. Zero’s one of the few I trust completely, even if he’s a Shadow Rider. He is loyal, he has proved that and always there when things get bad. “Who is it?”

"Take care of her. And do it quickly." Without a word, the Watchman rises to his feet and walks in my direction. Keeping my eyes shut, I try to stay calm, sneaking peeks through the slits of my lids as he approaches. He stops only inches away from me and I can smell his earthy, masculine skin. "Don't move her," Zack calls to him, but he doesn't reply.

Charles was still stubbornly trapped in his delusions, and he screamed, "Just wait a little more! I have to be right, my superpower lets me see the future!" Having lost her trust in him, Iris shook her hand out of his grip and ran straight out the door. However, the weather outside had already become -94°F, and there was no more electricity and water, much less any transportation, so she had no choice but to return to the Dennings. Sipping another warm cup of milk tea, I activated my generator. Because of the weather, the surveillance footage was cut out more often than not, but I could tell what was going on at their place through the comments in real time.