The Night Watch Waters Novel Novels & Stories

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

Hmghhh, the one who grabbed my jacket huffs, ‘You didn’t see anything, girl’ He whispers roughly and pushes me to the side, leading to the streets. My legs don’t pick up immediately; it feels like as soon as I walk out of here, that man will be dead, but am I ready to risk my life for another man I do not know? Quickly, without thinking twice about it, I turn and my feet carry me away from the scene, and just before I leave, I catch a glimpse of the shadow in the corner who spoke up and probably saved my life tonight, but not only the shadow; I catch a glimpse of a silver gun in his hand, the only thing that shines brightly in the darkness. It sends a chill up my spine as I reach the side of

“Altered. Strengthened. Someone—or something—remade them. And now they’re hunting.” Nyra lifted her gaze to the moon. “They’re not hunting. They already know where they’re going.” The ward hummed low, broken, like a wounded beast refusing to yield. “To the first watch-terrace,” I decided. “If they’ve touched it, we’ll know. If not, we hold them there.” Cassian nodded, signaling down the line. Silence thickened, the host moved. The night was no longer merely dark. It was ready for war.

"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.

Chapter Sixty Eight Knight’s POV The moonlight danced upon the darkened waves as they crashed against the shore, creating a symphony of serenity that echoed through the night. The air was thick with the salty scent of the sea, and the sound of seagulls' distant cries added a touch of melancholy to the atmosphere. Standing at the water's edge, I watched as the young lady I was tasked to protect gracefully submerged herself into the cool embrace of the ocean. She emerged from the depths, her raven hair cascading down her shoulders, glistening in the moonlit glow.

She smiled as she watched the petals open, each one catching a drop of water from the earlier blessing. I carried the empty water bowl to the center of the crescent and placed it on the stone altar. The moon reflected in its surface, a perfect circle suspended in the dark water. The reflection wavered as the wind shifted, then stilled. Around us, the Packhouse windows glowed with faint light. The night hummed with insects and the low murmur of distant wolves returning from patrol. Gavin remained at the terrace, watching as I stood over the bowl. The lanterns painted his face in gold and shadow. I lifted the bowl and poured the last of the moonlit water over the final bloom. The droplets scat

Out into the night. The warehouse collapsed behind us, a roar of dust and flame. We didn’t stop until we reached the water. The sun was gone. The sky was black. But the hook was gone. The burn was gone. I looked at my family. Mamá. Marco. Alexander. Alive. Whole. I smiled. Then the water rippled. Something rose. Not Victor. Not a fragment. Something new. Eyes like dying stars. It looked at me. Smiled. And the hook returned.

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.

But sometimes, terrible things happen and our lives are destroyed forever, our borders shrunk to the size of the pain in our hearts, our horizons dimmed. Because, you see, Charlie’s father—the baron from Chicago who had Saved the Town, the man who would not be thwarted—had set one of his servants to watch the hill, day and night. This servant, he was not the sort of servant that you keep in your house and allow to serve coffee to the neighbors. He wasn’t even the sort that might black your boots or care for the horses in the stable. He was the sort that you pass money to in the shadows, the sort that you only see when the gleam of his eyes and the gleam of his knife shine out of the darkness

She states, before putting her head back in the water. I take out my spyglass to check the horizon for any incoming ships and to see if I can spot the Bloody Hangman behind us.