The Night Watch Novel Novels & Stories

It had finally vanished with Sister Dinda's selfishness in throwing me away as a sacrifice to his greed. "Come quickly! I'm so slow like a snail," joked Arka as she left me, did she not see that because of her actions, I was having trouble walking. Grumbling to myself, I followed him. I didn't know that the man had stopped, because he was watching his own footsteps, causing me to bump into his back. While focusing on rubbing my forehead, which felt a little sore. I didn't know that I was being watched intently. When I looked up, the deadly gaze immediately attacked. Immediately looking down at that terrifying bead, made my gut shrink even more.

I ask for the second time. MYSTERIOUS OLD LADY: Why does it matter to you, do you also want to kill me like you killed that old man? (She whispers into my ears and I tremble) I'm still lying in the darkness and I can feel her breath all over me. I feel like she's encircling my bed and whispering into my ear whenever she gets close to it. I can feel the continuous motion around me. I'm still, and I can't move my body.

I wanted to peek in case I was suddenly embarrassed so I just stayed outside when Axel suddenly came out. "She's awake now. Come on?" It's a question. I was embarrassed but I went with him. "Axel. I told you t ---" it didn't even finish what he wanted to say when he saw me. Especially when he suddenly became conscious of his clothes. She's wearing a nightie with a robe. On its thin scratch his crown, which suddenly warmed my body. So I suddenly closed my eyes, because I didn't want to see it again.

It was her. “Go,” I said. “Double the watchers. Quietly. No show of force.” He nodded and disappeared back into the dark. I stood there for a long moment after he left, listening to the night breathe again. My wolf pushed harder now, a low, steady pressure in my chest. This wasn’t how wars started anymore. They started like this. I returned inside as the sky began to pale, the first hint of dawn bleeding into the horizon. The estate was still asleep, the halls lit only by low lamps and moonlight slipping through tall windows.

He looked at me and said, "I've called the cops. I guess they'll be here in half an hour. I'll protect you in the meantime. "The second ward has reinforced doors and windows installed due to an incident, so the killer can't barge in that easily. There's a small bedroom with a partition inside. Go and get some sleep. I'll keep watch outside." I nodded and took up on his offer. I was exhausted after the entire ordeal. I lay in bed, feeling well assured. Just when I was about to fall asleep, I noticed a gold bookmark poking out from the drawers of the nightstand. I hesitated a moment before pulling the drawer out. The small drawer was filled with assorted love letters.

The evening was waiting, and so was the family house. I reached for my wristwatch on the dresser, lifting it with quick, practiced fingers. Sliding it onto my wrist, I fastened the clasp a little too fast, the metal clicking sharply in the quiet room. I adjusted it once, then again, more out of habit than need, as though grounding myself before stepping back into the flow of the day. Time, I reminded myself, mattered. Tonight mattered. Clara watched me with an amused expression as I smoothed the cuff of my sleeve over the watch. “Always in a rush,” she teased lightly.

14 ANYA The atmosphere in the dimly lit room thickened, an intoxicating blend of anticipation and desire. The air hummed with unspoken promises as I stood before him, the cold bite of the handcuffs a constant reminder of my submission. My pulse quickened, every nerve ending alive with the thrill of the unknown. The Watcher stepped away for a moment, and I felt a rush of longing as he disappeared into the shadows. When he returned, he held a sleek candle in his hands, the wax glistening ominously under the low light. The flickering flame danced atop it, casting a warm glow that illuminated the darkness surrounding us.

The Night Calling I remember the first time I heard whispers about the night calling. It was a phrase that moved through the boys in The Boss’s shop like smoke—everyone knew it existed, everyone respected it, but no one dared explain what it meant. I was still new then, still washing soap suds off Mercedes wheels with hands that trembled from the memory of blood. Sandra Danso’s face hadn’t left me, not for a second, and the weight of her death clung to me like a shadow I could never shake.

“Not between us.” She turned, eyes shining. “No more.” Outside, in the shadowed trees, figures gathered. Hooded. Silent. And at their head, Elder Moses watched the castle lights flicker — and smiled. In the dead of night, Vito stood in the war room, fingers trailing over the map. The omega slipped in behind him, whispering against his ear. “They’re moving, Alpha. The Nightfangs are ready.” Vito’s smile was as thin as a knife.

"We saw him surrender." "I know what I saw," I snapped. "And I know what I'm going to do. I'm going to kill him myself." I turned away from the fire. I looked out the grimy window. The moon was rising over the burning city. It was a blood moon. "We rest tonight," I commanded. "At dawn, we move." *** Dawn broke grey and brutal. The snow had started falling in the night. It covered the burning city in a blanket of white, hiding the scars but not the heat.