Watcher Darksiders Novels & Stories

LUS activated softly in her vision. EVOLUTIONARY VARIANT IDENTIFIED. PROVISIONAL DESIGNATION: WATCHER. THREAT LEVEL: UNDETERMINED. A final line appeared after a brief pause. BEHAVIORAL ASSESSMENT: OBSERVATION. ADAPTATION. INTEREST. Evelyn stared at the word Interest until it disappeared. Outside, the forest remained dark. The Watcher did not return that night. Somehow, that made it worse.

Rough with awe. “I get that a lot,” I said, stepping into view. “Now tell me why you’re watching me and the girl, or I’ll let the shadows finish what they started.” His gaze flicked over me, calculating. Not afraid. Which annoyed me. “I’m not your enemy,” he said. “My name is Caelan Vire. I’m a Watcher.” The word hit like a curse. I let go of the blade, letting it drop into the dirt between us. “Those relics died centuries ago.”

A cold ripple swept through the clearing. Something moved behind them. The Watcher stepped into view—a towering, nightmarish creature with limbs too long, glowing eyes burning like molten amber. Even the wolves froze at its presence. It struck first. With a blur of motion, the Watcher lunged at Marek, pinning him to the ground in a spray of dirt. Kael didn’t hesitate. He ripped the beast away from Marek, hurling it back, only for the creature to spin midair and slash across Kael’s chest.

DARK FIFTY EIGHT: SOMEONE'S WATCHING! Third person's POV: "Luca, wait..." Said Blake before breaking their hugs, as his eyes narrowed at the back of the people who were watching them. "What's up, baby?" Asked Luca, worriedly. Of course, he immediately noticed the sudden change of Blake's mood. He seems uncomfortable. Unsure, Blake shook his head, as he let out a sigh. "Nothing, Luca." Said Blake, reassuringly. Alex turned to look at them, curiously.

erase her own mother, so she reincarnated her to the mortal world instead where she lost her memories and lived on as a mortal. Now that she was mortal, it may seem that the threat was neutralised and everything was going to be fine; however, it all changed when I first de-souled as a teenager where I ended up hurting a lot of people. Memories of Eris invaded my mind and a desire for discord started growing inside of me. I’ve spent years controlling Eris and I think my body and mind won’t last much longer. That’s when I decided to gather you all. Long before you awakened your dark powers and learned to de-soul, I’ve been watching all of you already. Maybe because as Eris’ reincarnation, I c

Time is wasted enough without having to add to this trivial problem. The wolf Elder Brahma growled again, this time sending command through mind to all the wolves at once to Linda. In a flash, the nine wolves and a vampire-woman were already running at inhuman speeds. The sky was completely dark as they cut through the silence of the forest. The smaller beasts quickly moved aside before the demon wolves passed them. A few minutes later Linda and the wolf group stopped the run at an opening that was wide enough. The wolf Elder Brahma roared, then growled several times and took a few steps back. The others followed.

“I didn’t agree to any of this.” “No,” the watcher said gently. “But neither did the world you are tied to.” Thane stepped forward sharply. “That’s enough.” The watcher’s head turned slowly toward him. “You delayed the inevitable. Nothing more.” “And bought her time,” Thane snapped. “Time,” the watcher echoed, amused. “Yes. That is what we have come to collect.” Rex’s control slipped just enough for his power to surge. The air snapped, pressure rolling outward. Several Redcliff wolves dropped to one knee.

“Come back not as fury alone, but as the Queen we lost. - Darkness was rising in the south. Iron Claw Pack was restless, sniffing out bloodlines and seers, making pacts with creatures that didn’t bleed. Ember saw it in the flames, wolves with human faces, eyes like coals, consuming magic like wine. The Crimson Watchers. They were waking. And if Aria reclaimed her crown too soon, it would be a beacon to every nightmare waiting in the dark. She climbed toward the Moonspire ruins, where frostbitten vines clung to crumbling stones, the air thick with memory.

"They'll never use our love against us again." Killian leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Never." Hidden among the trees, unseen by every warrior present, a pair of crimson eyes watched the couple ride away together. The hooded Watcher remained perfectly still in the shadows. "So..." he whispered, his voice cold. "They refused to separate." He closed his eyes, a chilling smile appearing beneath his hood. "Excellent. Then we proceed to the second plan." The darkness around him rippled as a deep, ancient voice echoed from the unseen shadows. *Bring me the healer...*

I said. Immediately, one of the men yanked my hair back and punched me across the face. Blood dripped from my lips. “I’ve been watching you from the shadows, Ethan. You have no idea what kind of game you’re trying to play with the Blackwoods. Watch your back while you still can,” Caspian warned calmly. The calmness in his voice made my stomach churn. It confirmed what I already suspected—the Blackwoods were far worse than they appeared. “I’m not sleeping with Marlene. If I were, I wouldn’t hide it,” I said. His eyes darkened.