The Watchmen นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I told you before. I remember your heartbeat." For the first time in his long career, Damien Cross felt a sensation he hadn't experienced on an assignment: total uncertainty. And somewhere in the heavy darkness above them, completely unseen by either of them, the lens of a hidden camera quietly focused on the pair. Someone else had been watching all along.

“I thought I gave you an order. Zap the vermin, make them yield, I wont tell you again! Violent winds rage outside, although the rain and thunder seems to have stopped, it still feels turbulent and this damn lunar eclipse makes it hard to see where I’m going. My boots slush through the mud and debris left behind by the storm as I make my way towards the cages. Sometimes I wonder why I put up with the chief’s outburst, but when I shine my flashlight at the mutilated figures huddled in the corner of their encloses, I know exactly why I do. Making my way along the long line of kennel-like structures, there’s not a single shifter left with the strength to howl loud enough for Chief Marcus to hea

“No matter where you go, I’ll find you. And when I do, you’ll finally understand what it means to belong to me.” It wasn’t just about possession—it was about destiny. Amelia was mine, and no one, not Gabby, not her family, not even her stubborn will, could change that. I dialed another number, this time to one of the guards stationed at Gabby’s son’s location. “Report,” I demanded. “All clear, sir,” the guard replied. “No unusual activity. The perimeter is secure.” “Good. Keep it that way. I want updates every hour.” “Yes, sir.”

Tonight, it's either me or him dies. I chose my weapon carefully, and a shiny dagger caught my attention. It was placed inside a show glass covered with cloth. Along with it are guns that I have never seen in my entire life. I bet they are lethal. I put the gun and extra bullets in the holster and strapped the dagger around my waist, hiding it under my coat. ******* Ezekiel rented a house in the city for our meeting. He was under my watch the moment he arrived here. However, it was funny how a goon like him traveled with a few men. But it suits me perfectly.

If I was being honest with myself it wasn't looking good for us, we were going to tire sooner or later despite being in great shape, and it didn't seem like the onslaught was going to stop ever. Then I saw it. And I say it because I couldn't tell if it was male or female. A Watcher angel. I pulled down my goggles and saw the rest of the team do the same. We had no idea which Watcher we were dealing with and it was best to be prepared. In my ten years as a Hunter I had only ever encountered two Watchers, and it was from a distance; this one however was closing in on us rapidly. My head began to pound and my movement felt slower, a normal reaction to being in the presence of divinity, even tho

The security guard stared at Beverly for a few seconds but showed no intention of letting her through. "How can you prove you're Chief Bronson's wife?" he asked coldly. "I—" Beverly stamped her foot in frustration. "Where's Wendell?" "Mr. Cooper is unavailable." The security guard's gaze remained fixed on Beverly, intense and wary. His stern face, close-cropped hair, and the frightening scar on his forehead stood out, while his muscular frame strained against his uniform, making him appear truly intimidating.

She watched a bird land on the wet cobblestones, peck at the ground, and fly away again. For a brief, fragile moment, it almost felt like an ordinary morning. But it wasn’t. She could feel it in the way the wind carried murmurs from the street beyond the walls. Her name was out there now, woven into the city’s conversations like smoke. The Watchers at the Gate Lena found her in the hallway not long after. “They’re back,” she said softly. “Who?” “The people. Come see.” They walked together down the grand staircase and through the front foyer. When the guards opened the gate, Elara’s breath caught.

Even the bravest shifted uneasily beneath the Watchers’ unmoving gaze. Then the lead Watcher spoke. “We are memory made flesh. You know us as Watchers. We do not interfere. But we must warn.” Danica stepped forward, blunt as ever. “Why now?” The Watcher’s mask turned toward her. “Because your valley stands on the threshold of awakening. The eclipse was not the end. It was the knocking. The next one will be the door.” Varek’s jaw tightened. “What walks through?” “A hunger,” said the Watcher, “older than wolves, older than prophecy. It will not kill you. It will unmake you—strip memory, story, will. Until nothing remains but silence and obedience.”

Suddenly, two guards in the throne room marched forward and kicked the back of the knees of the two Watchmen, causing them to fall on their knees with a painful groan. They frowned at the guards and made to stand up but the guards unsheathed their daggers and immediately positioned them at each of their throats. The Watchmen had looks of shock and confusion as they stared at Regan. When they saw that he wasn't saying anything, it dawned on them that he was the one who ordered them to do what they were doing through mindlink. “Now I'll ask you again and for the last time,” Regan said, repositioning himself on his seat. “Where is your Commander?” He asked in a t

Xavier is known as the most heartless, heartbroker person in the city. "Xavier stop talking nonsense. Do you have any gifts planned for Grandpa's birthday?" Stanley asked him "I have made a high-tech watch for Grandpa. On the watch, Grandpa not only sees the time, but it will also act as Grandpa's safety device. If Grandpa ever gets into a dangerous station, this watch will immediately send a red signal to you, Duke, and me. Using that signal we can even talk to Grandpa and in times of danger. Also Grandpa can use this watch as a small weapon. There will be no bullets but thin needles will be poisoned and this poison will make anyone sleep for two days . This watch will act as a bodyguard fo