Watcher Darksiders Novels & Stories

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

“You can walk out of this room and disapprove of my orders, but I will assure you that by tomorrow morning, your malpractice report will hit the news pages, or you can follow my orders and I will consider it even. There is no debt of gratitude between us.” Lucas raised a glass filled with dark red liquid and drank it down, while Garry was silent while looking down. “Your choice,” said Lucas.

“First, his name is Mason. He is part of a special unit. Anyway, he said a friend of mine was killed the other night through unusual means. He hinted it was a vampire that caused the death. Furthermore, he tracked the killer to the flat two nights ago. He set up camp so to speak and recognized me when I left this morning. A serious warning was issued to me to get out while I can, and he hinted he knew about you.” “Two nights ago?” Gabriel left the rest untouched. He was more interested in the timeline. “Yes, two nights ago.” “How interesting,” Gabe sucked air through his teeth. “Who came over?” “Darius came to see me.” Darius had made an impromptu visit to speak of nothing. “Darius,

They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze then let the shades win. Before the sky started to change colour, the Scorchers had been nothing more than a nuisance, a buzzing fly that refused to leave the food table. But when the Shades crossed into our lands, they'd reared their hooded heads and come pouring out of the cracks, shocking us with their organisation, their weapons and numbers. This was the day they'd been waiting for. Any interaction with them was always done on their terms and when and where they wanted. No one, and I mean no one knew the locations of their hidden communities, or nests as they called them. To know that, you had to be

How I long for death myself, to give it my own life but that is not enough, it wants the suffering and wants me to blacken my soul. The old hag of a witch can give some guidance but I must seek more. She will help but not endanger herself. I must find one who can either draw the beast from hiding or one with a soul that is neither white nor black. One who can dance with the Devil and not fall before him and yet still have the light of the divine. I will journey on. I only know that dreams will be some sort of guide. The dark rider was amongst the foliage of holly and ivy and plants that do not grow on English lands. So, I know that foreign lands are where I need to be.

Council of the Supernatural and Shadow Warrior’s Headquarters ~Mid May~ ~Godfrey’s Point of View~ “Oooh wake the dead!! This is my favorite game,” I squeal, clapping my hands together. The three faces staring back at me are stern and not impressed. But oh who cares what those losers think! I’m allowed to be excited!

Yet, the determination burned brighter within me, fueled by the dream's chilling prophecy. The Watcher prepared his magical tools, his eyes focused on the unseen threads of destiny. I decided to stand up and stretch, already bored by his silence. The instant I stood up, a flash of pain ran straight from my spine into my head and all of a sudden, everything went dark as I collapsed to the floor. Something cold dribbled down my face, sending chills down my skin as I blinked open. I found the Watcher staring down at me as I regained consciousness, his eyes gleaming at me with an otherworldly light.

If I was being honest with myself it wasn't looking good for us, we were going to tire sooner or later despite being in great shape, and it didn't seem like the onslaught was going to stop ever. Then I saw it. And I say it because I couldn't tell if it was male or female. A Watcher angel. I pulled down my goggles and saw the rest of the team do the same. We had no idea which Watcher we were dealing with and it was best to be prepared. In my ten years as a Hunter I had only ever encountered two Watchers, and it was from a distance; this one however was closing in on us rapidly. My head began to pound and my movement felt slower, a normal reaction to being in the presence of divinity, even tho

He looked down slowly, only to see that the rusted metal rod had pierced his lower back and was now protruding from his stomach. Everyone present was shocked. The men Jeremy had brought along with him quickly ran off out of fear of being involved. Thomas was utterly stunned. Though he was still in his punching stance, the rage on his face had been replaced by sheer horror. Jeremy then heaved two sharp, painful breaths. His body jerked violently for a moment before he died right before our eyes.

One day he decided to walk into the woods and no one has ever seen him since. My name is Lucas Harrison. I am considered the best tracker and hunter in the town. Not only animals but also Paranormal beings. All-day and all night, people in our town searched, lighting the way with flashlights and lanterns. Searching with dogs and carrying shotguns. It all seemed like a horror movie waiting to happen.