The Night Watch Waters Novel Novels & Stories

Chapter Ten I lift my glass up and move it half an inch, pressing it down on the table so it leaves a water ring on the surface. I repeat the process, making a pattern with the condensation. “I never knew a glass of water could be so entertaining.” Eliza slides a cocktail in front of me and leans back, crossing her arms. Lucas is in the office at the bar tonight, and I’ve been sitting at a table in the back for the last half-hour reading. I just finished my book and am still reeling from the cliffhanger ending. The next book doesn’t come out for three months, dammit.

“We won’t. But if they come again, we’ll show them that this place isn’t a weak point. It’s a trap.” Night Watch That night, Damian assigned watches. Two hybrids on guard at all times, rotating every few hours. Leif offered to take the late shift with Mia. The courtyard was silent except for the faint buzz of the barrier. The runes glowed softly beneath their feet. “Feels weird,” Leif murmured, leaning against a column. “Knowing something could come through any second.” “It keeps you awake,” Mia said. He glanced at her. “Were you this scared when your powers came in?”

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.

IVY’S POV The night before the storm felt like the earth itself was holding its breath. The wind barely moved, whispering soft and low like secrets I wasn’t supposed to hear. From the top of Nightfall’s northern watchtower, I stood still— wrapped in silence, not armor. The banners below stirred lazily, frayed and battered by time and war, and above me, the stars blinked like cautious eyes in the dark. But it wasn’t the horizon I watched. It was the shift inside me.

But she didn't see my goodwill, instead she saw a cage. I stood up from the chaise, my feet silent on the cold marble as I walked to the glass wall. Below me,the Vane Global network was working perfectly. She was running the machine she created. Yet I had never had less control over her. My fingers clutched into a fist against the glass. My palm leaving a fog on the cool pane. When I reached out to her tonight my hand was trembling. Me. A man who had dismantled his fathers board of directors without a change in pulse rate reduced to a wreck by a girl’s words.

“You’re… you’re burning! The rain is taking your coat!” He didn't see the trap. He saw the red silk. He saw the gloss of the hair. He saw the version of me that used to make him milk and tell him fairytales. He lunged toward the Phantom, his small boots skidding in the gray, caustic slush. The bone-white towers of the Watchers hummed in orbit, their searchlights painting the wasteland in clinical red. They were recording the moment the King surrendered to a ghost. Suddenly, the rhythm of the city changed.

Célia The water in the pool retains the night's cold. It seeps into my bones, slows the wild blood that coursed under my skin just minutes ago. I shiver, motionless. The black, polished surface reflects fragments of moonlight, broken by my emerging shoulders. I watch him. Seated at the edge, dark pants rolled up, feet in the water. He watches me in return. It's no longer the predator. It's the guardian. The owner. His satisfaction is a low fire, smoldering under ashes. He ignited a blaze in me, and now, he watches its embers.

- she said to herself, rubbing eyes lightly with her hand. After all, Nadir had spent all her life in the Underworld, and to feed she would always go out at night, returning before sunrise, so she was not used to it, and the sun's rays striking her eyes were not pleasant. Nadir got up and pulled the blinds all the way down, then folded the couch she slept on and stowed the sheets in it.

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.

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.