The Watchmen Novels & Stories

"What is this? Who are you?" Sage turned his old eyes on her, and briefly, I saw dread gleam across Rasha's face. "We are the Watchmen," Sage said. "The defenders of the harmony among light and dull. Also, we are here to fix things." As Wise spoke, I felt something changing inside me. Maybe an entryway had been opened, uncovering a well of force I never knew existed. I checked out at Kloss, seeing the stunningness in his eyes. "Sheila," he murmured. "Your eyes..."

Elize and Gavin are leaving. There were more shooters than Elize knew wasn't Dark Phoenix. "They don't belong to Dark Phoenix," said Elize. "Well, who are these people?" asked Gavin. "Who else?" replied Elize. Elize pulled Gavin inside the large warehouse. Elize was looking for weapons and anything they might use. Gavin did as well. Elize pulled Gavin back of that big steel box. "They are too many," Gavin said. "What sort of person are they? What do they think of me, Superwoman?" Elize said gently. "They've got lots of henchmen."

“He is at the bottom of the well, where I should have sent you. I will not make the same mistake this night. Come out! Let me in!” “Miranda! Was he wearing his Guardian’s Artifact? “Of course he was, even called out for him. Curral never came. He would never face me. Not for that. Curral Understands. They all need to understand. Sacha needs to understand!” “Understand what?” “That you are being betrayed, and so you betray me! There needs to be a new order. The old one will fall. Let me take you before then. Sacha will understand.” “Help me understand.”

His eyes are looking at us with hate as he peers through the slide in the metal door. "What are you doing here? We have received no information about another visit from you beasts," the man sneers and Cora's spine goes rigid as she stares down the piercing blue eyes judging us from behind their wall. "We have important information. The all of the citizens in the City of Pleck needs to hear what I have to say," Cora replies and his hostile eyes fill with even more malice. "We have heard all we wish to hear. You beasts are trying to pollute our minds. You are impure and not natural to this world. Leave," the watchman orders and snarls rip from everyone's mouths as the disrespect ignites a fi

Although I wasn't in the mood to socialize with many people, I knew I couldn't stay in my suite alone. "I hate to ask, but were you able to call someone to fix my sliding glass doors again?" I asked, fastening my Smartwatch around my wrist. Before I met Xander and Elias, I always wore it, I hadn't lately. But with Rush breaking into my suite like that, I wasn't going to take a chance of being caught out somewhere without a phone. Xander shook his head. "No, not yet. Seven was the one who fixed it last. I'll talk to him at the bonfire and see if he can fix it again."

The familiar announcement blared again. "One... consumed. Two... taken. Three... warped. Four... erased. Five... divided. Six... haunted. Seven... imprisoned in the past. Eight... hunted. Nine... imprisoned in truth. Ten... memory erased. Eleven... transformed. Twelve... imprisoned in illusion. Thirteen... warped mind." "And you are the chosen to complete the perfection of Triton, to be the eternal Watchers." "Welcome... to your new world... forever..."

But a beginning. Raw. Honest. Free. Kye whispered, “Is that… is that real?” “It could be,” I said. “If we fight for it?” Finnick asked. “No.” I looked at them both. “If we *build* for it.” --- The water calmed. The figure began to fade. But before she vanished, she looked at me one last time. **“The Watchers will return. The true ones. The ones who *remember* the First World.”**

Something wrong. The Watcher isn’t just a curse. It’s a witness. And it’s watching me.

Chapter Seven: The Smoke That Remains The Zurich skyline glowed in the early morning light, but Eden saw none of it. She stood by the river, a silver blanket draped over her shoulders, Roman sitting beside her on a bench that overlooked the slow-moving water. The sirens had stopped an hour ago, and the tower was now under quiet federal lockdown. But the city hadn’t noticed. The world never noticed when monsters fell. Only the ones who lived through them did. Roman lit a cigarette, then offered it to her. She shook her head. “No thanks.”

He kneels, brushing ash from the altar’s edge, revealing carvings I hadn’t noticed before—rings within rings, snowflakes dissolving into stars. “Before the first Keeper,” he says quietly. “Before the veil had a name.” Milo presses against my leg. “It’s the Watch.” The word lands like a stone dropped into still water. “The Watch?” Ruby echoes. “As in… watchers?” Milo nods. “They don’t rule. They don’t fight. They remember.” Lucien’s jaw tightens. “Memory is power.” The hum deepens. I step closer to the altar despite myself. Lucien doesn’t stop me—he just shifts, ready to catch me if the world decides to tilt again.