Watcher Darksiders Novels & Stories

"And we will not tolerate it. Also, the leader of Nightshade is a wizard, not a human." "Again, when do we leave?" Cruz asked a little louder this time while Eve nodded her agreement. "Since a wizard is involved, Daphne said that she would call in an army of witches to fight with us," I replied. "Xander, if we need them, do you think the vampires will fight with us, too?" Xander nodded. "Yes, of course. I've always heeded their call, and they will heed mine, as well." Sasha leaned forward. "So, how soon can we get everyone organized?"

It was almost seven am before we had finally got everything completed. I let out a sigh of relief and felt so pleased with my effort. At least I would be out of trouble for now. I made my way back to the kitchen when I felt someone's presence. Looking up at the door I froze. Then came the smack. Falling to the ground, I shielded myself from his blows. It was pointless to plead and beg for him to stop as that would make him angrier and I would be even more punished. He hated me and wanted me dead. I knew it. Death was very much welcome right now. I blacked out at some point through the pain. My wolf was nowhere. I was alone in this world.

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

It all seemed a good sport for him, when he was done they collected all his kills and satisfied by the results. It was unknown to him that a visitor was lurking around unseen. The shadow seem to be aware of what was happening like it was repetitive. The visitor had spied on him countless times. The house at this hour is open, the shadow can go in and out of it , if it wants to. In case decided to go in, a perfect plan should be executed. It knows what it will do.

Yvone cleared his throat. " Well, Watchers have an intricate network. They have technologies that allow them to monitor alien activities and they can even pin point the location and nature of their power source. The case with the Dark Mages might not be brand new but I think they are still in the learning process. The Dark Mages never operate or gather in one spot, unless it's a dire emergency. Today, there were too many of them in one spot. I bet the Watchers didn't even know there were so many of them already inside Earth's perimeter. They are under a lot of pressure, it seems. "

"A new darkness stirs in the depths of the supernatural realm, one that threatens to shatter the unity you have worked so hard to achieve." The council members tensed, their unity tested once again. "Who are you?" Millent asked, her voice steady despite the underlying unease. "I am known as the Watcher," the figure replied. "I observe the balance of the supernatural world, and I have sensed an ancient force awakening, one that seeks to disrupt the harmony you have fostered." The Watcher explained that an ancient sect, known as the "Eclipse Coven," was rising from the shadows. This powerful group of witches sought to wield dark magic to gain dominion over all supernatural beings, viewing unit

I had felt this shape before. When the stabilization was still fresh, and the power had just gone permanent, at the extreme outer limit of the current, which the power was now going to maintain, I had felt something. Careful. Deliberate. Ancient in the way Claus was ancient but different, colder, without the specific grief that ran under everything Claus carried. The Watcher. Four days since Lira arrived. The Watcher had felt the contingency when I used it. Had been moving since. And now it was near enough that it would press against the edge of the current and would inform me that it was there.

I staggered, clutching at the edge of the desk. “She was real,” I hissed. The Keeper said nothing, but his silence was heavier than denial. The shadows hissed around me as though eager for the clash. “Keeper,” I said, low, “if the Vale lies beyond the Wyrdlands, then someone must guard its path. Who?” His hands shook. “The Watchers. The Court placed them there centuries ago. They are bound to strike down anyone who seeks passage. It is death.” “Lies,” Calix whispered silk-smooth. “The Watchers crumble. Time has rotted them. You could sweep them aside like reeds. He wants you cowed, caged, ignorant.”

Noah jumped so violently he nearly collided with Kai. "What now?" Kai groaned. The speakers crackled overhead. Static hissed through the darkness. Then laughter followed. The Watchers. Their voices crawled through the room like insects beneath skin. Every player immediately stood. Weapons drawn. Eyes searching. Then blinding white light exploded across the chamber. A massive screen appeared overhead the watchers spoke together, dozens of distorted voices merging into one. "Congratulations, Survivors." Words appeared across the glowing screen. SURVIVAL MILESTONE ACHIEVED

Old wolves muttered legends not spoken in years. The Watchers. They came with the dusk, cloaked in midnight, faces masked in carved wolf-bone. Twelve of them, tall and still as stones. The one at their center bore a staff crowned with a stone that pulsed like a heartbeat. They did not speak at first. They simply walked down the ridge in eerie silence, and the valley stilled in response. Aria met them with her allies—Xander, Danica, Varek, Lysa, Rowan—each bearing the weight of their people. Even the bravest shifted uneasily beneath the Watchers’ unmoving gaze.