Watcher Darksiders Novels & Stories

It’s a shadow I can’t escape, no matter how fast I walk, no matter how far I go. And as I walk down the sidewalk, I feel the undeniable weight of something dark pressing against me. The kind of dark that doesn’t just disappear. It lingers. Watches. Waits. And I know, with a certainty I can't shake, that whatever this is—whatever has started—it’s only just begun. Alessandro's POV

“No promises.” We move quickly after that. I hate every second of it, but by the time the sky begins to lighten, we have her back near the Salviati mansion through a quiet route. I watch from the shadows as she slips inside. One of our most trusted men, Dante, melts into position on the perimeter. He’s a ghost when he needs to be. No one will know he’s there unless they need to die. Mirella pauses at the side entrance and glances back once, straight toward where I’m hidden. She can’t see me, but she knows I’m watching. She touches her fingers to her lips, then disappears inside.

Hurled him across the room. Valentine's breaths came in heaving gasps. Her body ached from the raw output of power. She could feel it draining her. Like fire eating through dry tinder. But she couldn't stop. Not now. The Watchers regrouped. Their chants rose in unison. Wove a net of darkness that began to close in on the chamber. Dimmed the sanctuary's light. "We can't win this," Eryx shouted over the chaos. Blood dripped from his wound. "We have to go!"

James said, “The Watchers already know who I am. When Xerxes was being pursued, we went to rescue him, and I fought against some unknown creatures. If I’m not mistaken, these unknown opponents were the Watchers the Greater Realms had left in the Dark World. “Their job is mainly to monitor the Dark World’s activity. The Dark World has been sealed, and entering the Acme Rank is impossible. Those who try to force their way into the rank will find their souls corrupted. Despite this, there were a few exceptions who became Acmeans. To prevent more of these exceptions from rising, they would stop at nothing to eliminate any potential threats. “Since I’ve already exposed myself, I use my presence t

I shout and they both snap their heads toward me as I jump to my feet. "Katie!" Zack raises his hand. "Stay back!" I freeze in place as his attention goes back to the Watchman. "You must take another crystal," Zack says to him. And then I see it. The Watchman's cloak is ripped to shreds, completely covered in blood, a mist of steam billowing from several deep gashes on his back. The Watchman nods, glancing over at me, his eyes glowing that bizarre reddish hue as they shift back to Zack.

She challenged. “We are Shadow Dwellers.” He spoke. “I am Daniel. Drake sent me.” “What the hell is that?” she said confused. “Drake from school? You’re joking right?” “No Ivy, we’ve been following you around since you moved here, to make sure you are who you’re supposed to be.” He spoke. “We see both shadows and whites, do you know what those are?” Shaking her head, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Right, so you four are from the nuthouse. Guess what? Get out of my house!” she growled shaking the knife at them.

"How's my sister?" "Sound asleep," Vador replied. "Something is wrong," Aleister said entering the room "Someone is coming," his eyes were now shades of grey "Avan,Emma,go,take Avan with you. Go to Alizon" "The dark witches are back," Vador said his eyes changing color." "That's right," someone replied across the room with her back turned. Immediately Vador was tied to a metal chair and so was Aleister. "How's the dark lord?" She asked turning to face them.

Madchen smiled at them, they never uttered a judgemental word against her when she enacted her frenzied revenge on Jason, they just stood back and let her have her moment. The dark haired woman, Gayla, was there, along with the huge man who held her back, as well as the handsome lanky African American man, who could be no older than Madchen herself. .From what Madchen could gather, anyone who crossed these loyal mercenaries would not live to tell the tale. She shuddered at the thought of the things these people had done to avenge and save others, for they were not the gentle kind, and she was honored to be in their presence. At the head of the rectangular bamboo table sat a middle aged woman

The crack was too small, too unstable. The world around her seemed to shift, and just before she could take another step, a voice boomed from the shadows, a presence she hadn’t expected. “You should not be here,” the voice warned, deep and foreboding. Caitlyn froze, eyes scanning the darkness. From within the shadows emerged a Watcher—its form shimmering like the remnants of an old dream, half-formed and haunting. It looked at her with eyes that seemed to see everything, as if it knew the very depths of her soul.

Their presence is cold, ancient, patient. "I have come to ask," I say. "The Watchers. Who are they?" Silence. Then a whisper, like wind through dead leaves. The Watchers are the eyes of the void. They see all. They remember all. They are the ones who witnessed the birth of the moon and the rise of the wolves. "Why are they coming for me?" They come because you are the one. The one who carries the light. The one who will either save the world or doom it.