The Watchmen Graphic Novels & Stories

Alpha Connor Finley BlackPaw of the BlackPaw pack is starting to have an increasing problem with rogues. They’ve been testing the security fencing around the pack trying to find their vulnerable spots. BlackPaw increased their patrols and brought all pack members closer to the center of town where they had an underground shelter for emergencies. He needed help so he called a neighboring ally, the Shadow Mountain pack that was located about an hour away. Alpha Kelvin Shadow dispatched two squads of his elite shadow warriors to assist the BlackPaw pack.

The progress bar reached 85%. ​Suddenly, the monitor’s backlighting shifted from cool blue to a deep, ominous crimson. The mechanical keyboard beneath her fingers went entirely dead, the keys locking into place with a sharp, synchronized clack. ​The terminal screen cleared, wiping her code away, replacing it with a single, massive notification text that made her blood turn to absolute ice: ​SECURITY OVERRIDE TERMINATED BY US-EAST-CENTRAL HUB. REMOTE CAMERA FEED ACTIVATED. ​Clara gasped, throwing herself backward out of the leather chair. She looked up at the tiny, recessed pinhole camera in the corner of the ceiling molding. The tiny LED light next to the lens was glowing a solid, malevolent

A line of violet text appeared: **[KAIMA CROSSED THE VOID. It was real. The words were becoming the floor. "She’s hacking the script!" the Creator shouted, his voice losing its weariness and turning into a sharp, corporate panic. "Guardians! Protect the Inkwell!" From the edges of the white page, figures began to emerge. They weren't wolves or clones. They were **Censors**. They were faceless beings dressed in sharp black suits, their mouths sewn shut with silver thread. In their hands, they carried giant red stamps.

To be honest, I had seen it so often that it didn't surprise me anymore. Sure enough, Hailey started listing my crimes. "All I did was give him a watch. How dare you threaten him? Apologize to him right now, or I'm going to demote you!" Without waiting for my response, she dialed Jaxon's number and put the call on speaker. I could barely say a word before he started his wounded act. "I'm the one who should apologize, Ms. Miller. I shouldn't have accepted your gift if it was going to make Mr. Chase so mad. I'll return the watch. Please just tell Mr. Chase to stop targeting me at work."

The glow spread through the stone like veins. Every symbol hidden beneath Blackthorn awakened at once. The entire territory began glowing. Gasps echoed from the warriors. The Watchers immediately knelt. Every single one. Thousands of them. Dropping to one knee simultaneously. Not from fear. From recognition. From reverence. And then the gate beneath Blackthorn spoke. Not aloud. Inside the connection. Inside my mind. Inside every Watcher standing beyond the wall. One sentence. Ancient. Powerful. Terrifying. **The Seventh Heir has been found.**

"Understood agent, I'll disable the lights on the floor for twenty minutes and send false alerts to security that a disturbance has occurred on the fifty first floor." Carmen smiled again; this was going to be fun. Amelia had her own little personality which made her forget for a moment that she was only an AI. After a minute or so the lights flickered out and she put on her night vision glasses. She turned the corner and watched the guards who were looking around trying to figure out what had happened. She heard one trooper call security, but he quickly ended the call. He told the other soldiers that security was down and the lines were jammed.