The Watchmen Novels & Stories

Lucien said as he rolled the black cord across the carpet and handed me the small battery detonator. "Don Salvatore thought he could send the heads of our young boys to our factory loading dock and keep his own family safe in these mountains, so today we are going to show him that his crown is completely worthless if he can't even protect his father's house," I said, and I pressed the twin buttons down with my thumbs just as three young watchmen turned the corner of the corridor with their short carbines raised.

Not even when Adrien stared back. “Adrien’s heartbeat quickened faster, and uneven, though his face stayed unreadable. He hated being watched, especially like that.” “Who’s he?” Adrien muttered to Isabella. “He’s Damien Wolfe. Security’s pick after… the threats.” She said it flat, but her mouth tightened. “Ex-military. And he starts tomorrow.” Adrien’s jaw clenched. The anonymous emails, the cryptic voicemails, he had ignored them, and deleted them. He didn’t need a guard dog. “I don’t want him.”

Their presence is cold, ancient, patient. "I have come to ask," I say. "The Watchers. Who are they?" Silence. Then a whisper, like wind through dead leaves. The Watchers are the eyes of the void. They see all. They remember all. They are the ones who witnessed the birth of the moon and the rise of the wolves. "Why are they coming for me?" They come because you are the one. The one who carries the light. The one who will either save the world or doom it.

“Don't scream. I won’t hurt you. But if you don’t open your door in the next thirty seconds, the men who killed Raymond Holt tonight will find you. They already know your name, and they are not as patient as I am." I come back to the window, and he’s still looking up at my window. He just waits. Like he’s used to being obeyed. I can’t see his face, just his outline. And somehow, he feels dangerous but also safe. It’s a feeling I can’t explain. I think about what the officer said. Above our level. I think about the man who I now know to be Raymond Holt sliding down that wall. "Thirty seconds, Miss Brooks," he says on the phone.

I said firmly. It smiled. Not kindly. “Yes… and that choice created him.” The air grew heavier. Theodore stepped beside me, energy rising. “You haven’t answered the question.” The figure’s form flickered again. “I am what watches the watchers.” The hunter stiffened. Even it. For the first time. “Impossible,” it said. The figure’s eyes glowed faintly. “The Observers monitor existence.” A pause. “I monitor them.” Silence crushed the courtyard. A Dangerous Interest

"Yes. Stay close, and remember—say nothing." The Watchers of the Sky Border. The very name sent a chill down my spine. Stories of the Watchers had been used to frighten children into obedience for as long as I could remember. Ruthless enforcers of peace, they were said to hunt down monsters and criminals alike, leaving no room for mercy. I stole a glance at his left cheek. There it was—the tattoo of an eagle's wing, just as the stories had described. The black combat attire, the imposing cape, the hood . . . it was all real.

She had someone following her and a hoodie guy watching her. Coincidence?

"This is not the time, Rosa. The border is being attacked, I can't let in anyone at this moment. Besides the watchmen are very ferocious at this time" "Who are the watchmen and why are they ferocious at this time? This is my mom we are talking about" I whined, discarding my dirty clothes to the ground. I took a thin robe to replace my worn-out clothes. "The watchmen are in charge of taking care of our boundaries in this pack. They can sniff out strangers and their motives, long before they come close, including hunters. Right now is not the best because we are in the middle of an attack, and they

Especially if you came from Nutusel. "The watchmen." Natel whispered standing at the entrance of the door. "Okay. Go inside." Natel ran back into the house. Sporge repositioned his gun and hanged it back on his shoulder then he sat on the bench. He clocked the entry of the watchmen. Three watchmen entered the compound on three different black striped donkeys. They had matchlock guns hanged on their necks. Colonel Mulfy rode amid two other watchmen of lower standings.

To his Smart Watch, he ordered, "Take me back to my time, my mission here is over, and leave no single err in Time; as though I never came here-" "Are you sure of this?" the Smart Watch asked. Anderson turned to look at the teary-eyed faces of the duo, then said affirmatively, "Yes." "Processing in 3. . ." The mob finally broke the gate. ". . .2. . ." "Seize him!" ordered the old man. ". . .1!" There was a kind of time-bomb-like explosion, and then, there was total silence and blackout.