The Night Watch Novel Novels & Stories

On New Year's Eve, she stayed in Marcus's room to keep him company and did not come home all night. At his son's parent-teacher meeting, she and Marcus attended together like a loving couple. Even when she traveled for work, she forgot to buy me a gift but remembered Marcus's measurements and bought him a suit. Whenever I questioned her even slightly, she accused me of having a dirty mind and insisted she was only taking normal care of him. A few days ago, I saw the purchase record for that fifty-two-thousand-dollar watch. I thought she had finally thought of me. Instead, reality slapped me hard across the face.

The night watch is not nobody sees...— It even seemed to me that he was disgusted with me... Did he really find out? At the review, it was noticeable that all the angels were very worried. — What happened?—I asked Siriana. —Did you see that the night watch was killed?— she asks me.— They are not just killed. They were eaten! — — What?— for some reason, I immediately thought of Dean. My upbringing is probably to blame... We are taught not to trust evil...

Old legends of experiments and forbidden magic. Zoey’s face flashed in my mind, her soft smile, the small life growing inside her. My hand tightened into a fist. I could not, would not, let this threat come near her. “Double the patrols tonight,” I told Ronald quietly. “Silent rotation. No gaps, no excuses. If anything moves out there, I want to know before it breathes.” He nodded, his usual sarcasm stripped away. “Consider it done.” We reached the watchtower at the edge of our land just as a low fog began to roll in from the river. The moonlight turned it silver, eerie and beautiful, but I felt no wonder, only the crawling awareness that something unseen was already moving within it.

“Let them come for me. It’ll make killing them cleaner.” At the safehouse, Clara typed furiously, the glow of her laptop flickering across her pale face. Headline draft: The Night Milan Burned — Who Profits from Fear? She hesitated, fingers trembling. For the first time, she wasn’t sure if she was reporting history or standing inside it. Back at the wrecked docks, Livia watched the embers fall like red snow. Alessandro stood beside her, silent. The night smelled of smoke and vengeance. She whispered, mostly to herself, “He thinks this ends in flames.”

She had already sprinted past the turnoff for her apartment building; leading these unknown killers to her safe house would be suicide. She needed to lose them in the dark, because if she failed to break their line of sight, she would likely end up as a corpse on an autopsy table by morning. The path ahead was pitch black, unlit by any city infrastructure, but her enhanced night vision handled the darkness without issue. Fortunately, she knew these back alleys like the back of her hand. Reaching the absolute end of the concrete maze, the narrow path finally opened up into the wide, brightly lit expanse of the multi-lane highway.

Chapter 50 Viola's POV The mountain did not sleep that night. Neither did I. Even after the gates were repaired and the snow settled into quiet white layers across the courtyard, something in the air remained restless. Nightclaw was strong. The wards were reinforced. Warriors rotated double shifts. But beneath the surface of order, tension hummed like a low, unending note. I stood at the balcony outside my chamber, staring at the Carpathian peaks stretching endlessly under the moonlight.

And I still owed Noelle like seven-fifty and a new coffee mug— I wasn't, in any way—shape, or form—ready for the Midnight Fucking Cowboy to descend into the darkness of the Void Beast. If I thought the earlier explosion of wild magic sounded like a bomb going off, this was like being at ground zero for an atomic bomb. The force of which had me plastered against the warding gate like the world's crustiest sticker. I closed my eyes on instinct the moment I saw the flash and thanked what little working brain cells I had left because the screaming from the guards was nothing to sneeze at.

"And don't come back. If you value your life, leave this place and never return." The hunter scrambled to his feet, clutching his injured shoulder. He hesitated, eyes wide with disbelief, before turning and fleeing into the darkness. Selene watched him go, her heart pounding from the confrontation. With her arm still bleeding, Selene continued her journey to Ethan's palace. She moved stealthily, avoiding the guards and relying on her heightened senses to navigate the territory. As she approached the main entrance, she encountered an invisible barrier. The air shimmered with a faint, magical glow, a spell cast by the witches to protect the palace.

I blinked as a ray of sunlight came through the window. My eyes not yet fully open, my right hand reached for the gadget on the nightstand, fingering it lightly to see the time. When the flat black object was successfully grasped in my hand, I saw that it was exactly 6:15 am. It was still too early for me to get up. I usually set my alarm for 7 am, then head out to help prepare Gavin's family breakfast.

His muscles flexed under his tight shirt and his jaw tightened. "Do you really believe that the only reason I keep you here is because of your parents? I am Damion Night I don't do anything for anyone unless it benefits me and my family. Think about that the next time you want to kill one of my guards and try and run away." With that he turned his back on me and stalked out of the basement.