The Night Watch Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I have seen and heard what you have seen and heard’. ‘Thank you, Aunt Dorothy, before we part. What happened to the Alphas son? I don’t recall seeing him.’ ‘He was sent to be a part of the nights' watch. It’s located on the edges of the Blood Strong pack. He was sent there when he was 11 years old. Some say a war is brewing between wolves, vampires and witches and wizards. Not to mention the human hunters. If a war breaks out, it could end life as we know it. Those on the night watch are supposedly helping to keep the peace. Or at least that’s what Alpha Charles says. However, given his lies already, I’m not so sure’.

In my experience, there was no way to ensure complete peace. Whispers in the Shadows. Night came quickly. Silver light fell onto the balcony where I stood alone as a moonlit sky over the palace towers.' A soft knock echoed in my vicinity. “Enter,” I said. The security personnel averted their gaze, appearing pale. "Your Majesty — forgive me if my words are incorrect – Your Excellency... the northern watch reports an unusual movement beyond the ridge.". A flicker of dark fire. Not human.”. My heart clenched. “How far?”.

"Wear it. Now." The watch on the nightstand gleamed like a polished bone. Titanium. Heavy. Beside it lay a note with jagged, aggressive script: Wear this. I need to know your heart still beats. I sat up, the silk sheets sliding off my naked chest. The bedroom was a goddamn cathedral of glass and cold air. It was bigger than the entire servant quarters of the Blackwood pack. I stared at the watch. My pulse thrummed in my neck, a frantic, uneven beat.

Relief loosened every last thread of tension in my body, and my vision went black. … When I came to, the hard wooden floor in the servant's room had been replaced by a soft mattress. Giovanni was sitting at the bedside with a glass of water in his hand. He let out a breath of relief when he noticed my eyes open. "This was just a lesson," he said gently, holding the glass to my lips. "As long as you don't try to hurt Rosa again, I won't leave you." I let out a bitter smile and tried to push myself up with shaky arms. "I told you I didn't hurt her."

He would not watch me empty myself a second time if he could prevent it. Night settled fully. The watches reported clear ground through the first rotations. No mist rose. No horns sounded. Only the knowledge that the courts were already moving in the lower country, measuring the mountain, and choosing the moment of their next strike. I slept near the central fire with the light resting under my ribs in a continuous low presence. Once during the dark hours I woke and reached for it. The glow answered at once, soft and steady. I released it without shaping a shield and slept again.

Anaya yelled, her eyes locked on the dark silhouette of Christ Church looming at the far end of the square. Vikram reached into his leather satchel, his fingers brushing past the cold glass of the vial before gripping the shattered silver pocket watch they had pulled from the underground vault. The metal casing was burning hot now, the internal friction of its forced counter-rotation melting the intricate brass gears within. He raised the watch toward the advancing line of shadow entities and slammed his thumb down on the master winding crown.

Clara sat at the center with Morwen and Seren and Iriel and Kaelen, and the watcher's attention was everywhere, soft and warm. "The longest night," Seren said. "The watcher is witnessing." Clara nodded. "The watcher is always witnessing. But tonight—tonight it is celebrating. The turning of the year. The promise of the returning light." Morwen took Clara's hand. "The watcher has witnessed many solstices. But this year—this year it is witnessing with all of us." The witnesses wept. The flowers pulsed. The stars emerged, bright and cold. --- That night, Clara dreamed of the Archivist.

She frowned, remembering what granny had just said. “ our?” she mumbled. Granny could see the skepticism written all over Raven's face. She knew that the idea of being a warrior fighting against vampires was not easy to accept. She took a deep breath and continued, "Yes, our job...You see, Night Watchers are a secret society of warriors who have been protecting humanity for centuries. It is a lineage that has been passed down from generation to generation, and I am a Night Watcher, just like you are."

Quietly, I stepped out into the lonely streets, careful not to wake anyone. I walked past a group of sleeping watchmen by the gate ways, down toward the path that led near the forest edge—not that far, just enough to breathe. And maybe… to think about what I saw and about what it meant. NARRATOR'S POV Unknown to her, most nights, Luca kept watch over the village while the villagers slept peacefully, and that’s how he easily spotted her every night when she decided to go strolling or for fresh air like this one. This time, he stayed on an old bell tower. He sat watch in his wolf form, his scarlet red eyes had grown accustomed to the night, darting and scanning the rooftops, streets, and barri