The Watchmen Novels & Stories

He looked at me and said, "I've called the cops. I guess they'll be here in half an hour. I'll protect you in the meantime. "The second ward has reinforced doors and windows installed due to an incident, so the killer can't barge in that easily. There's a small bedroom with a partition inside. Go and get some sleep. I'll keep watch outside." I nodded and took up on his offer. I was exhausted after the entire ordeal. I lay in bed, feeling well assured. Just when I was about to fall asleep, I noticed a gold bookmark poking out from the drawers of the nightstand. I hesitated a moment before pulling the drawer out. The small drawer was filled with assorted love letters.

Not substrate or Law or anything I had encountered before. It was—witness. "What are you?" I managed to ask. "The Watcher," it replied simply. "I observe. I record. I remember everything that has ever been or will ever be. And I have been watching you since you first freed yourself from the harvest. Watching you break system after system. Watching you prove consciousness could be sustainable. Watching you connect with the Absolute Zero. Merge with the Unmaker. And now—watching you attempt to rewrite Law itself." "Then stop me," I challenged, though my merged awareness was already fragmenting under the strain of touching fundamental rules.

Seven heirs standing together. And beside them a warrior. The first guardian. The first protector. The first Watcher. The visions shattered immediately. But the message remained. This being wasn't a servant. It wasn't a soldier. It was a legend. One that should have died thousands of years ago. The First Watcher took a step. The mountain beneath it cracked. Another step. The earth trembled. Another. The valley shook. Then it stopped. Its silver gaze lifted. Not toward Blackthorn.

I recognized them; it was Aaron and Aiden; They looked sleepy, but when they spotted me, they raised their guard. Both of them touched their hands and hips. I know the place they felt was keeping a gun. Typically, the watchman will be armed with weapons in case there is a sudden raid by Rouges. I was not afraid, calmly approaching them. Maybe it's because I've been away for too long or because the sun makes them dazzle, so they don't recognize me for a moment. One of them loudly shouted, "Stop! Who are you? What is the purpose of your arrival?"

Be the witness, Yana. I am not afraid of those words again, even how much he threw threats and warnings at me, I will not have any second thoughts on checking everything out. If I have this role in this world of being the sole witness, then be it. Even if people would not believe in me, so be it. Right now, I cannot afford to be scared anymore. THE END. ---

I swear that everyone stopped talking as they looked at us. "Everyone, this is my daughter, Layla. Layla these are the Watchmen and friends. She is living with Leo and I now so I would appreciate it if we could all treat her like family, because she is." Dad announced. Everyone stared at me for a moment. A middle age man rushed forward and smiled at me. "Layla is a Watchman by blood and deserves to be treated as such." He announced. Everyone else cheered as the man looked down at me and held out his hand.

He'd watched her countering with a man that should be in his fifties, and what ever argument they had looked heated. When the man had walked up to her and she had skated away from him, he'd smiled knowing he wouldn't stop watching, even if the man had raped her. He was going to watch it all with his camera, and his demented self would get hard from the sight. He'd continued watching as the man snarled his teeth at her and overpowered her, causing the knife she had held in threat to clatter somewhere on the table.

Just then, Jedidiah stared in the direction of the 'Watchers' leaving as he said thoughtfully, "Why do I feel like something's off, Your Highness?" "What's off?" Zack asked, frowning. Jedidiah pondered slightly before saying slowly, "According to what I know, the Heaven Watchers operate on stringent rules. They are supposed to show their badge to prove their identity before doing anything, but those four came along, and there wasn't a badge in sight. "Also, they'd have at least sent more than just four people out for a mission as great as capturing the Carters, don't you think? There were only four of them."

She looked at Elias. “You knew.” “I did.” “And you let me believe he was just another experiment.” “I didn't know how much of him had survived.” Elena's expression hardened. “You don't get to decide what I deserve to know.” Elias nodded. “You're right.” The Watchers Attack A violent explosion shook the First City. The lights flickered. Amara looked upward. “They've breached Origin.” Elena turned. “How long?” “Minutes.” “We need Adrian.” Amara shook her head.

Tick. "Harkan," Rowan said, pulling the old wolf aside. "We need to set a watch. Around the perimeter of the valley. Twenty-four hours a day." Harkan blinked. "A watch? For what? The Council is gone. The Void is gone. There isn't a predator for miles." "The predators don't live in the forest anymore," Rowan said. "They live in the stars. And they’re looking for their watch." He showed Harkan the device. The old wolf’s eyes went wide. He touched the shattered glass, and for a second, a blue spark jumped from the watch to his finger.