Read Watchman Novels & Stories

" Why do I feel I have known you all my life Mira? Why does it feel like you are so dear? Closer than my own heart beat. Mira, don't think I am being tacky or cheesy here. I just feel like I have known you forever. " He was leaning closer and closer, his breath against my face as I kept moving back, little by little. It was at this moment that the sound of the chaos that the truck had unleashed, reached our ears. One car after another was honking aloud and the noise was terrible. ***** At the Watcher's Headquarters " What do we have here? " Robert was nowhere present but it was an Official Summon. It was like a board meeting for the Watchers and everybody's attendance was a must. Every Watch

Morwen was beside you, and the Archivist was kneeling among the flowers, and the watcher was everywhere, its attention soft and warm. The watcher said my name. Not aloud—but I felt it. The way you feel someone's hand on your shoulder when you are falling asleep. It said: you are not alone. You have never been alone. I have been watching you since you were twelve, since you walked into the building in the eastern provinces, since the network marked you. But I was not watching to consume you. I was watching to witness you. To remember you. To care.

I sat there for a long minute, staring at the blank screen. And then I made my first morally questionable choice. Not the biggest one. Not yet. I wiggled my mouse to wake up the monitors again and opened the system settings. I created a new watch protocol. Not for the whole residential wing. Just for one door. Door six. A silent alert to my phone for unusual movement. Tamper detection. Forced entry. “That’s reasonable,” I justified to myself. “I’m just protecting the team.” If anyone asked, it was security.

Clean and quick and almost anticlimactic. Then everything goes wrong. * * * I am aware of the man first. He has been watching since we got in here. I observed him first near the bar and then beside the terrace doors. When Marcus will lead me out, the man follows us; same path, same pace. "We are being followed," I say quietly. Marcus does not turn to look. "Of course. Do not alter pace."

Just the soft hush of sleeping wolves recovering from a night of frenzy. I step into the monitor room and flick on the lights. The screens buzz to life, glowing with the grainy black-and-white images of the grounds. I scan each feed carefully. Every Omega is asleep, curled into nests or sprawled in tangled sheets. No Betas. No Gammas. Nothing moving. The grounds are still. And yet one of the warning lights is blinking. I lean in, narrowing my eyes as I try to pinpoint the movement it’s flagged. Nothing looks off. No shadows. No sound. Just the red flash at the corner of the screen, pulsing steadily like a heartbeat.

“Something like Medusa 2.0, but scoped to attack only architectures that hide what they’re doing.” “Or that start doing it later,” I said. “We build in a kind of… delayed fuse. If a system that claims to respect certain rules starts quietly ignoring them at runtime, the watchdog doesn’t just log it. It injects noise. Corrupts output. Maybe even leaks proof.” “Whistleblower code,” Dante said. “I like it.” “Legally…” Bash began. “Legally, they’re already on the edge of criminal,” I said. “We’re just making sure they trip over it in public.”

The camera of the show had not been installed yet, and no one was watching their every move. Eliza showed her watch to Roseane. "Don't worry. I'm on my guard here." Roseane was also wearing a watch on her wrist. She remembered that before Mr. Valentine left, he also showed a wrist movement. She immediately understood. "This watch..." "It's a smart watch designed by Braint. It has a recording function. It can make a video call and call the police while sending the location." Eliza's tone was very proud right now, but she also sounded a little like a sales agent.

“Please don’t try to confront any threats on your own.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a watch—the same one Alex has. The latest security invention by Zang Technology. He hands it to me, and I take it. “I’ll be monitoring your vitals,” he says, tapping his own wrist. “Yours has a tracker, so I’ll be aware of any threat as soon as it happens.” I nod and strap it onto my wrist. He nods in return and starts to drive off when— “Joseph.” He pauses mid-motion.

"Nobody moves through those routes without an escort until these are out." He was already standing. "Done." I turned to Lira. She was looking at the device on the floor with an expression I recognized because I had worn it myself, the first time I understood the Watcher was not a distant threat but a specific and patient one. The specific look of a person who has just understood that they have been watched for longer and more thoroughly than they knew. "It knew exactly where I was," she said. Quiet. Not a question. "Yes." "The whole time."

“You can come in boss.” I unlocked the fence and walked in. “I’m…” “I know boss. It’s been reconnected. You can come in, the fish eye security is down.” “Smartass.” I teased him. The guy was just twenty one and he didn’t even look the age. He made my watch ,more like a multi-tasking device that does anything but tell time. He chuckled. “I’ll be waiting boss.” I ended the call. True to his word, the fish eye had laser pointers that would immediately cause inflammation of the eyes of anyone who came near the door which would naturally lead to their death.