The Watchmen Graphic Novels & Stories

The roads were paved a dark cement and the grass on the sides of the road were browned and crisp to step upon. The guard at the gate was a tall bulky man; he was bald with large claw marks going down the left side of his face. He wore black body armor that covered his torso with red flames imprinted on the chest of the armor. Jonathan noticed he had the same red flame symbol tattooed on his right bicep. Jonathan rolled down his window as he approached the guard. “State your business,” he said, his voice deep and intimidating. “I’m here to speak with Alpha Graham,” Jonathan told him.

I work as a security guard at a luxury residential complex. My daily routine is simple but demands attention to detail. I register visitors, patrol the grounds, help residents park or move items, and handle occasional emergencies. One morning, a man suddenly showed up at the security booth. He wore an expensive suit and a luxury watch—clearly one of the wealthy residents. He placed a paper bag full of cash on the table and said: “Could you do me a favor in the underground parking garage? Afterward, this money is yours.”

Not angered by the reprimand, Wade simply shook his head in resignation and left the meeting room to go back to his duties. He did not take Cassey’s attitude to heart since the latter was only using X. The trust between Cassey and X was not solid. It was safe for Wade to say that his position was not threatened. “I need to make plans and stop any possibility from happening. We need to tighten the security,” Wade murmured. He glanced at the watchmen at the door. They had all been replaced. The former unreliable watchmen were sent to the front to fight. It was their punishment for being too careless.

– Kurt says, losing his big smile. 11 top-of-the-range, black Mercedes vans with tinted windows stop at the border of Creek Pack. A man dressed in a black suit gets out of the car in front, and everyone else follows him. They were all dressed the same. Black jeans, and a black t-shirt with a golden and red symbol on the left side of the chest. The symbol was round. A perfect golden circle. Inside, there was a red wolf howling at the golden moon. Above, in golden letters, was written "Council" and below "Guardians".

Seeing that he was diving toward the building where Azura was, I didn’t hesitate to go after him. I saw Azura and the others had escaped the rubble, as they made their way outside to watch what was happening. It wasn’t just them, as many humans were also seeing what was going on. Many also had phones in their hands, snapping photos or taking videos. I knew that this wasn’t ideal, but I had more pressing things to worry about. It was too late to ask for cover from either Kellan or Trenton’s mother, as the existence of Dragons had already been revealed. Ignoring the humans, I concentrated on Arion just as I reached him.

That was not what caught my attention. I stood up slowly letting go of my fathers hand as my eyes moved down the machines that were checking his vitals. There was a shiny black disc stuck to the side of the main machine it was no larger than a coin. There was a red light blinking on it every three seconds. It was a high-definition camera. I felt like I had been punched in the chest it took my breath away. Julian was not just tracking the Maybach. He was not just relying on Sarah to tell him what was happening. He was there in that room watching us on his screens.

“They hate each other but show up anyway.” Evelyn looked down the line. Children. Wounded. Exhausted adults. Too many frightened eyes, but still together. The Watchers wanted edges. Fine. She would give them a wall instead. “Close ranks,” Evelyn said. “Blades and quiet weapons first; rifles only if they break through.”

⸻ Ancient wolves kneeling beneath moonlight. Massive silver beasts surrounding a crystal city. Protectors. Sentinels. ⸻ Not monsters. ⸻ Guardians. ⸻ Then fire. ⸻ Blood. ⸻ Chains. ⸻ Dark banners bearing the Blackthorne crest. ⸻ The city burning. ⸻ The guardians dragged beneath the mountain. Buried alive. ⸻ Waiting. ⸻ Waiting for centuries. ⸻ Amara gasped as the vision ended.

The Watcher: "It is not your alertness I doubt. It is the lack of honor in others. I am dispatching a private carriage. It will be waiting by the tavern gates at eleven-thirty. I will send you the sigil and the driver’s frequency." Emily: "No... you mustn't. I can manage the sled." The Watcher: "I must... I must safeguard what is mine." I stared at the runes until they blurred. I must safeguard what is mine. My heart fluttered with the primal thrill of belonging to him—to a wolf so formidable, so protective, and so deeply kind.