Saint Seiya Watch Novels & Stories

It seems that she is staring at something that no one can see. Out of fear from her actions, the priest suddenly remembered the other reason why the royal bloodline, Maelies, wanted to kill Saiya; it was because she was the prophesied child who will doom the world because of her power. And the mark on her nape is the proof; a Scythe inside a crooked circle. "Cut the rope!" He shouted to the guard who is in charge to release the blade.

“Show me.” The watcher hesitated. Then they pressed their fingers to the mirror once more, carefully this time. They let their focus slip deeper, into the thread that tethered Selene’s crown to the Axis. Into the perfect line of force that had quieted the world. There. Just beneath it. Something coiled. Not rage. Not sorrow. Arousal. The watcher’s eyes widened, involuntary, as the mirror revealed what the queen herself might not yet understand. Her body was not separate from the crown.

“You want to know why the Watchers watch me, don’t you?” I nodded. Seren’s humming stopped. “They’re not here just to spy on you,” I said. “They were watching before. Watching from the moment you helped Orion escape. They knew.” “They’ve always known,” Lazriel whispered. His voice didn’t shake, but it felt… old. Worn down at the edges. “Because I was not just Sariyah’s advisor. I was her mirror.” “What does that mean?” Caelan asked. His voice cracked the tension, but Lazriel didn’t flinch.

She didn’t burn the sixth. She let it watch her fall. But the seventh, It wore Seren’s face. Not broken.Not twisted.But whole. A child’s face. Bare. Hopeful. It did not raise a weapon. It did not speak. It only bowed. And then, Vanished. Saphira collapsed beside the altar. Her hand landed atop the crystal casing, now pulsing beneath her touch. The Eye felt warm. Listening. Waiting. The wound in her side was mortal. She knew that.

- Kayo’s nine tails wrapped around my reflection’s wrist like a leash. Then the mirror shatters into black water that soaks into my carpet and is gone. The crack in my bloodstone seals itself like nothing happened. But the HUD stays frozen on one line, pulsing crimson. The Forty-Eighth is watching. My phone explodes. Remy: CELESTE WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT Seras: felt it from my house. coming over NOW Kayo (new group chat she definitely wasn’t supposed to be in): Well, well. The queen finally met her shadow.

Lionra stepped inside, his face holding a thousand secrets. Austin spun around, confronting the young Seer with a barrage of questions that had been building up since the incident at the Ancestors’ altar. “That bracelet. Do you know what really happened?” Austin pointed at the jewelry circling Seara’s wrist. “Why did it react like that to Seara? Explain it briefly!” Lionra let out a long sigh, gazing at the bracelet with a melancholic look. “The bracelet chose Seara because she’s a suitable vessel for the Luna synergy from Lycanisius.”

She lets out a deep sigh, “Sebastian…” “Don’t. I know that tone, it’s usually followed by some life lesson, and I’m not interested,” I say as I walk towards the door. Suddenly I feel a tight sensation around my waist and look down to see a stream of water wrapped around my waist. I look back to see a ring of cobalt blue glowing around Eisa’s emerald eyes as she controls the water around me like a whip. I usually find her signature move impressive, but not when she uses it on me.

"No..." Lucien whispered. The word sounded almost painful. Seraphine's face had gone pale. "That's impossible." Neither seemed capable of looking away. Neither seemed capable of hiding their fear. I turned toward them. "Who is it?" Silence. Then Lucien answered. His voice was barely audible. "The First Watcher." The title struck like thunder. The connection surged. Images exploded through my mind. Ancient battlefields. Silver armies. The First Age. Seven heirs standing together.

Emerson POV The words sliced through the murmurs around me. They weren’t the worst ones. “Don’t look at her,” someone whispered urgently, too close to my ear. “Snake-eyes bring bad luck.” Another voice followed, lower, fearful. “That’s why the Alpha hates her. You don’t stare at things like that and survive.” My stomach twisted. Several pack members turned, their glares sharpening. Some looked away quickly, like my eyes might infect them if they lingered too long. One of them bared his fangs and lunged forward, his steps heavy and deliberate.

In the next moment, Sean's heart skipped a beat as he realized his body was pressing against something smooth and delicate. A flicker of surprise crossed his mind as he instinctively reached out to touch it. His hand touched something soft, but he couldn't immediately identify what it was. He tightened his grip, trying to get a clearer idea of what it was. Suddenly, a jolt of realization hit him, instantly snapping him awake. He opened his eyes wide, and the sight before him made his heart leap into his throat. He gasped sharply as he recognized the person in front of him—Selene, the Saintess of the Ancient Martial Realm.