Watcher Darksiders Novels & Stories

“Didn’t suppose I’d ever be going for walks oward an area like that.” Ethan loaded his weapon. “Didn’t suppose we’d ever be combating goddamn Watchers.” I tightened my grip on my gun. “This isn’t over.” Above us, the sky shifted again. More systems seemed . The Watchers weren’t simply right here to rule. They had been right here to erase us. My telecel smartphone buzzed. An unmarried message. Unknown: “Welcome to the give up of history.” I smirked. Me: “Not yet.” I joined the team. “Let’s pass.” And we ran towards the war.

"If I go down... promise me you'll step in. Show mercy. Keep the pact alive." Shane nodded. Jake drank another mouthful. "Good." The two stood in shadow, plotting outside the line of honor. Dawn approached with the promise of steel and blood. And Alpha Jake would not let anyone-including his own honor-stand between him and his mate. Because love, revenge, and desperation... thrive in the darkness.

But as the light faded, I felt a new weight in my stone chest. Not the deletion. Not the stone. A heartbeat. Slow. Heavy. And human. Ryan fell back, his bionic arm sparking. "Impossible. The code... it was locked by the lunar orbit." "The moon doesn't own the King," Leo growled, standing over Ryan with the broken tablet in his hand. But on the horizon, a new signal flared—a black icon, colder and more ancient than Ryan’s logic. The Watchers weren't auditing anymore. They were arriving.

But the smile was bitter. That night, at the temporary shelter, Siron sat alone staring at the moon. Inside his chest, the golden weave remained, but it was lonely. He missed Morat’s boisterous voice and Lyra’s gentle advice. Suddenly, he felt a small vibration. From his pocket, the medallion of the Order of the Winged Sun began to glow. He pulled it out. The winged sun symbol emitted a warm light, and a short message formed in the air: “The work is not done. There are still two active Dark Guardians. And a new one has just awakened: The Whisperer. He is approaching you. Beware of the voices in your mind.”

"Wait... eternal blackness? Like the darkness?" Remi shrugged. "I don't know. I am only telling you the legend as I heard it. Are you going to let me finish?" He gave me an irritated look. I nodded for him to continue while I ignored his sass. "It is said..." He waited for me to interrupt again. When I didn't, he continued, "that it can call to its wielder's darker half in a time of need to help maintain the balance of the realms. It is unlocked through solving three puzzles."

He didn’t say more, but the look in his eyes told Aiden that he was watching closely. "Let’s focus on taking down The Shadows," Aiden said, steering the conversation back. "DVV has already sent spies, so we’ll get intel soon. We need to be ready for whatever comes next." Aiden left the office, knowing that the walls were closing in. Damon was getting suspicious, Lucifer was unpredictable, and now DVV was involved. This was only going to get more complicated, and Aiden had to be ready for whatever came next. He knows that he's walking a tightrope. One wrong move, and everything could come crashing down.

I tell him, I start feeling hot, but not like in a sick way and I watch the Gods quirk up while the Goddesses widen their eyes. "I told you!" Hera says to Poseidon, "Too many dragon drops," "And it'll make her aroused?" He asked her as I shuffle on my feet "It would enhance a feeling she doesn't feel often or ever," Aphrodite tells him and I rock from my heels to my toes "Alright, see you guys later," Death picks me up putting me back over his shoulder "Be gentle," Demeter said Death snorts and snaps and we were back in his room. A whine leaves my lips as he puts me in his bed and I roll onto my stomach putting my hands under my thighs

The place was wider than their office and was accessible by only three people, Quin being the third one. While Reuel didn’t take a chair, Azael sat in front of the multitude of screens that were capturing all that was happening in this part of the club. Every nook and corner of the club was under surveillance and nothing could escape their eyes. However, a few of the screens were black and Azael didn’t even look at them. After all, they were private dungeons and he was not interested in looking at what was happening there until it was absolutely necessary. “Seems like Boris is putting up a fight with our men.”

Moreover, he doubted that the thief would dare to venture too deep within. With that conviction, he took a step forward, and his two subordinates reluctantly followed suit. ... Inside the ruins lay a realm of darkness, devoid of any trace of light. Even the path ahead remained obscured, shrouded in impenetrable blackness. What terrible luck, he thought to himself. This wasn't the first time he had found himself in a situation like this, but it was undoubtedly the most exhilarating mission of his entire career. It was also the one that had pushed him to the very brink.

The Moretti name still stood in stone, but tonight it smelled of blood. I fished the burner from my sleeve. One person I could use without walking into the Vulture’s eyes, Dario. His nickname, the Watcher, was whispered across the city; he kept small lines of power and men of his own, an estate like a watchtower tucked off the coast. He had a weakness I could exploit. I tapped the device. “Dario.” Static, then his low voice: “Emilia.” “Did you know?” I asked, too calm for what I felt. Too cold.