The Watchmen Novels & Stories

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.

'I'm not one of them and right now, you should be very fucking thankful that I'm not, otherwise things would be very different. I swallowed. 'What are they?' 'The ones you saw on New Year's Eve. The ones you saw on the train today. They're Watchers. Put here on Earth to watch for people like you. People who see too much.' You see too much. You shouldn't see. 'I don't understand.' My throat felt raw, my eyes misting up in fear. 'That guy on the train, he said the same thing. He said I see too much. What does that even mean?'

- Chapter 20: Darius & Confidence - When Darius woke up, it wasn't because of an alarm or Xavier. It was Amoy, "Wake up, you need to get ready we can't be late." He sighed opening his eyes, he expected to meet her chocolate ones but instead, all he saw was her back as she sat on his bed slipping her feet into her heels.

The room and men quieted down, and all eyes were on the man who was on his feet. Abigail frowned when she noticed that the blue-eyed boy was not even staring at Balak. He had his gaze outside, as if there was something more important than the face of the throne. Her frown deepened at his disrespect. “And this is my companion, Vera Angelo. It’s been 60years since the last Watcher left the white mountains. We have come to look for Vesslar, to recruit young men who will guard the wall and keep the people safe.” Murmurs traveled through the room as Balak stooped and let his companion, whispered something into his ears.

Rather, they remained motionless, watching them. A single figure advanced, projecting a soft, musical sound that appeared to reverberate throughout the atmosphere. "There is a reason you entered the Hidden Realm." Gemini maintained a solid stance while narrowing her eyes. "Who are you?" The figure gave the query a tiny inclination of the head, as though it were amused. "We are the Realm's Watchers." defenders of the traditional wisdom that permeates this region. Jared sneered, still on edge. "Soldiers? So why are you observing us rather than putting an end to the risks we've encountered?

Standing at the gate were almost a dozen men wearing black cloaks, their eyes were red. "Boy, you have some guts showing yourself here! By yourself I see?" One of the men said In a deep scary voice to the tall muscular men; The Man just slightly smiled in return, "Greetings, watchmen of the council!" He slightly bowed, and let out another smile, "I am here on behalf of queen Sheryl Elsworth, I have a message to deliver to the council." The man said in a serious voice.

I listened to Mr Jonathan and became even more confused, how could someone as amazing as that possibly be me, the only battles I've fought are the ones in the examination hall. "Listen to me child, I know it is going to be rough, but we have almost approximately a year in human time and a decade in our time before Altheda come back to assault us and your world will not be spared either, now the fate of both worlds lie on your shoulders. You child decide if you will fight or not, but we do not have much time. For now, I give you my blessings as the former guardian, when you are ready, you know where to find me." And immediately my door swung open and I turned around and saw my Mom and some do

Not with a promise of relief. With solidarity. "The watch is hard." A pause. A breath on the cosmic scale. "I am here." The Warden’s humming doesn’t falter. Their head bows lower. Not in defeat. In acknowledgement. The watch is hard. And they are not entirely alone.

After the call ended, they said, “We respectfully invite you to return, Mr. Rivers.” At that moment, the higher-ups of HQ and all the family heads in Metropolis joined in to request the guardian to return! In the hospital, Stephen lay on his bed. His body was completely paralyzed, and all he could do was stare at the empty ceiling above. Tears slid from the corners of his eyes. In a daze, he glanced out the window and saw a plane slowly passing by the blue sky outside. Under a bridge, a filthy and disheveled Simon fished a plastic bottle out of the river and calculated how much it was worth.