Stories Watcher Novels & Stories

Chapter 6 : Dawn of Uncovering The TV screen at the police station was showing a documentary about a case of missing person. The reporter was expertly detailing the events that led to the uncovering of the mysteries surrounding the disappearance. He emphasized that the success of solving the case is due to the unwavering cooperation of witnesses and the victim's family as well as the devotion of the police force led by Detective Ian Murray. Detective efforts were praised but Ian felt hollow. He felt tired, the file in his hands seemed to be heavy . His mind is in fog ,his mysterious caller also left a message. His phone display said, I will meet you., but that was all. He knew it’s goin

Every Watcher had an implant that beeped in their head when triggered. " There is a lead I presume. But the nature of it is very different from all the disturbances that we have been dealing with. " One of the Watchers spoke. He had a large projector on and was about to play something for the others. " Show us! " the ones in the audience urged him on. He turned the screen so they could have a better view. " A forward short clip, " He began, " A student was caught displaying powers that are identical to those aliens we have been dealing with. "

Even though the wound on my head had already scabbed, it still throbbed. The doctor went through the motions of examining me. After a while, he smiled smugly and commented, "Ms. Sherman, I've seen plenty of cases like this. The wound on your head is self-inflicted, right? "You're just trying to make Mr. Burke feel sorry for you. Well, too bad you didn't do it hard enough. The cut's superficial and already scabbed." As he spoke, he parted my hair to show Frederick. The doctor continued, "Mr. Burke, she's fine. The wound would've healed on its own. But Ms. Reeves… That's another story.

“You removed life.” The First Realization The courtyard felt heavier. Not from power. From understanding. The Watcher looked around At the wolves. At Theodore. At Aurelion. At Eryndor. At everything alive, messy, unpredictable. And for the first time He wasn’t observing from above. He was inside it. A Dangerous Shift The hunter appeared suddenly. “Warning.” We all turned. “Massive instability detected across multiple observed realities.” The Watcher’s head snapped up. “What?” The hunter projected a series of distant worlds.

Rough with awe. “I get that a lot,” I said, stepping into view. “Now tell me why you’re watching me and the girl, or I’ll let the shadows finish what they started.” His gaze flicked over me, calculating. Not afraid. Which annoyed me. “I’m not your enemy,” he said. “My name is Caelan Vire. I’m a Watcher.” The word hit like a curse. I let go of the blade, letting it drop into the dirt between us. “Those relics died centuries ago.”