The Watchmen นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I just want five minutes where I don't feel like I’m being watched!" "He isn't there to listen to your thoughts, Jessica," my father said firmly, his Alpha voice starting to edge in. "He’s a guard. He’s there to protect, nothing more. Kaelen, go." I turned my head and looked at Kaelen. He was standing like a statue with that same blank expression I hated. He was looking at a spot on the wall three inches to the left of my head. He wouldn't even give me the satisfaction of a glance.

‘Don’t wear that here again. Seven. My breath comes out uneven. Just once, just one breath that does not arrive the way I told it to. The lobby. I push through the revolving doors and the cold hits my bare legs immediately and I welcome it, the specific physical reality of November air and the city continuing its indifferent machinery all around me. Zara’s car is exactly where she left it. She is leaning against the driver’s side door with her arms folded and her sunglasses on, watching me cross the pavement toward her with the particular quality of attention she reserves for moments she has decided not to comment on yet.

He closed his eyes and let the moment hold him. But the world didn’t forget them. Somewhere beyond the walls, beyond the thin protection of brick and glass, the city whispered its old warnings. Tharien had heard the rumors in the alleys and back rooms—the Watchers who followed the glow of bonds, the Severers who called their work mercy. He’d never seen either with his own eyes. He’d only felt the weight of their presence in the way people spoke about them in half-voices, as if naming such things too loudly might draw their attention.

“Didn’t suppose I’d ever be going for walks oward an area like that.” Ethan loaded his weapon. “Didn’t suppose we’d ever be combating goddamn Watchers.” I tightened my grip on my gun. “This isn’t over.” Above us, the sky shifted again. More systems seemed . The Watchers weren’t simply right here to rule. They had been right here to erase us. My telecel smartphone buzzed. An unmarried message. Unknown: “Welcome to the give up of history.” I smirked. Me: “Not yet.” I joined the team. “Let’s pass.” And we ran towards the war.

Like her, Corgan is terribly scared of her aunt. He leads her up the watch post in the watchtower, where he is assigned city watchman for the East gate. The city had a Watchtower for each gate, which stood tall and proud at the four corners of the Kingdom, each tower was fortified to the fullest, with safeguards put in place to ensure that the watchmen were protected, they could see out, but no one could see in.

Ines Sutherland's gaze moved from the divorce agreement on the table to me. Her voice was full of impatience. "Arthur Weber, stop being unreasonable. My sister is gone. Taking care of Marcus is the proper thing to do." Marcus Pierce panicked and pushed the gold watch back toward Ines. "Ines, take the watch back. Do not let me cause trouble between you and Arthur." As he spoke, he covered his face and began to cry. "I just have a miserable life. Your sister died too early. I deserve to be alone forever..."

Anaya yelled, her eyes locked on the dark silhouette of Christ Church looming at the far end of the square. Vikram reached into his leather satchel, his fingers brushing past the cold glass of the vial before gripping the shattered silver pocket watch they had pulled from the underground vault. The metal casing was burning hot now, the internal friction of its forced counter-rotation melting the intricate brass gears within. He raised the watch toward the advancing line of shadow entities and slammed his thumb down on the master winding crown.

“It has been years.” The Huntress spoke in a hushed tone as she stepped in front of a large dome made of marble and stone, thin vines spread across the smooth surface. “How fast time flies.” she said with a smile as she approached the wooden doors at the center of the dome and placed her palm on it. “I still remember the day that everything changed...” she chuckled at the thought. “Although none can say whether it was for the best or the worse.” She then took a step back and circled the dome, her eyes wandering over to the niches on the walls, carved in the symbol of the guardians chosen to protect what they must hold dear the most.

“Who goes there?!” The watchmen couldn't recognise the face of the man who was trying to sneak inside the mansion. He flashed the torch at his face only to conclude the guy was a stranger. “Stop right there!” He shouted. “You can't go in!” “Why?” The man asked. His deep voice could send chills down the spine. The eyes that were glowing at night could swallow the watchman down. However, he also had dignity as the Andersons’ watchman. It wasn't an easy task to guard such a huge mansion consisting of only a few people after all.

We were everywhere, unseen sentinels protecting humanity. At first, guarding and protecting the maiden assigned to me was a relatively simple task. She was quiet and kept mostly to herself. She rarely went out of her house or wandered into dangerous places, except for those times when her boyfriend invited her out for dates or dinners. I watched them closely, always alert, waiting for the danger to reveal itself. So far, the boy’s parents had not yet taken any drastic action to kidnap or hurt the girl. It seemed they were still thinking carefully, planning every detail of their scheme slowly and methodically, ensuring that when they struck, they would do it properly and without leaving trace