The Witness Novels & Stories

That was what it did. "Witnessing is different from watching," Clara said slowly. "Watching is passive. Witnessing is—acknowledgment. Seeing something for what it is, and letting that seeing change you. The watcher has been watching for centuries, but it has never been witnessed. No one has ever truly seen it." "Until now," Seren said. "Until now." ---

He laid it carefully on the table, and this time I made myself read every line instead of skimming past the parts that scared me. Three designations. Protector. Keeper. Witness. "The Protector connects to your mother," Pell said. "The Keeper field is sealed, same as everything else. But the Witness—" He frowned at the page. "There's no name. Just an identification number." "Why?" I asked. "Witnesses were kept deliberately outside the main protection records," he explained. "Their job wasn't to protect the Keeper. It was to verify the transfer actually happened. They had to see the child, see the Protector, see the destination. So that decades later, no one cou

Except it wasn't empty. A single figure stood near the exit, silhouetted against the weak exterior lighting, waiting with the patient stillness of someone who'd expected them all along. Marcus's radio crackled again, this time with a voice Ryan recognized instantly from the underground corridor, calm, measured, and utterly without mercy. "Going somewhere, Warden?" Griggs said, stepping fully into the light, flanked by two guards Ryan hadn't even seen until they moved. "You really thought I'd leave the one exit nobody's supposed to use unwatched?"

To Koba-VRDA (Encrypted Message) [Saoji Eyes - 2019, 01 January] An eyewitness could take a photo of a vampire who was passing in an Exposed state. No need to worry. Eyewitnesses took pictures in a state of unpreparedness, and the results of the photographs were unclear. I have obscured the witness' memory with Simple-Hipno. [Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April]

This is utterly ridiculous! "Alright," Professor Watson sat up. "Let's begin then," he said, adjusting his spectacles. "According to the complaint, the witness has stated that Miss Winslow was 'forcefully pushed' by Dr. Decarlo here; identifying Ms. Winslow as the victim and Dr. Decarlo as the offender," Offender!? Ouch... "Excuse me, Professor Watson, But how could the witness call himself a 'witness', when he has not witnessed anything at all?" Mr. Decarlo said, eyeing Mr. Burke menacingly.

“Detective, уоu have mу wоrd оn оnе thing. Whеn thіѕ оvеr, I’m coming fоr уоu. I’m соmіng hаrdеr thаn уоu’vе еvеr seen аnd I’m not coming аlоnе.” I lооk аwау. Thеrе’ѕ nо роіnt gіvіng hіѕ thrеаt a moment оf acknowledgement. Thе truth thаt nеіthеr оf uѕ іѕ аdmіttіng rіght now іѕ that wе lost a vаluаblе witness bесаuѕе of a conflict thаt never ѕhоuld hаvе hарреnеd іn the first рlасе.

he tried again, as if repeating it could somehow make insistence true. The elder vampire didn’t even blink this time. “I know exactly what I’m saying.” The cane tip clicked once on the marble—crisp as punctuation, as final as a judge’s seal. “There was a witness.” Nugen’s stomach dropped so fast it felt like the floor had fallen away beneath his boots. A witness. Not rumor. Not suspicion. Not the court’s usual venom dressed up as concern. A witness meant proof. It meant this was no longer a private ache buried in Nugen’s ribs. It meant his vow—Parsal’s last command—had been lifted into the light like a knife held up for inspection.

She couldn’t end her sentence for Helen’s words. “We can get a warrant, sir. We have a witness.” “Impossible,” she mumbled. Wright grinned a winning smile. “Well done, Helen.” Her stomach dropped while they were congratulating each other on her misery. Something had terribly gone wrong. The witness wanted to meet her before they detained her for the night. Other-race members and a hunter without a weapon in a confined space together would bring nothing good to her.

As concern flipped through his eyes, Claud pointed another reason, eyeing at Cyrus suspiciously, " But brother.. you need witness to prove that you were attacked. Who will do this for you? So far, all the witnesses from there told that they saw you attacking the ministers." Cyrus's face darkened in anger. He wasn't a fool to understand that Claud was trying to push the matter. Before he could answer, another voice resonated from the back court, " I can be the witness for his highness." Everyone including Cyrus looked behind. A sweet, petite body walked into the court. Her face was still pale as if the shock didn't leave her from

Avery, on the other hand, is trying to figure out who the witnesses who will be interrogated on her are. Lancaster is the only obvious one. Sure enough, as soon as everybody is sat down, the Council ring the bell and the spokesperson stands up. "First up we have the distinguished Alpha Roman Lancaster," he beams, sitting back into his seat. Roman is led out to a table near the Council's, and he and Avery glare at each other briefly. Louisa scoffs, keeping her face as straight as possible as her mate nudges her gently. "Also on the list today, we have Louisa Wilcott, Faye Wilcott, and a witness who would like to remain anonymous," the man with the scroll announ