Watcher Darksiders Novels & Stories

“Old, older, than, Father, older, than, witch.” Caiden kicks the door open, rifle up. “Perimeter’s clean, no tracks, no heat sigs, whatever it is doesn’t show up.” Mercy limps in, Thorn One, healed but scarred. “Thorns, feel, it, too, like, ice, in, bones, not, enemy, not, friend.” Cael opens his eyes. “Watchers.” One word. The temperature drops ten degrees. Ambassador Reed calls, voice tight. “We have a problem, satellites over Duskbane went blind at 0300, full blackout, six minutes, came back with new topography.”

“I know mom, we’ll be safe.” Actually tomorrow we’re going to the woods to fight a vicious werewolf descended from a centuries-old pack of killers called the Dark Ones. After tomorrow you might never see me again or if something happens to Hayden, I’ll never be happy again, but no biggy! She wished she could say these thoughts out loud, to express how stressed and worried she was. She wished she could hug her mom tightly and let her know how much she and her dad meant to her, tell them that they were doing this so people like them could be safe too; but she couldn’t. Hayden arrived shortly after. He was dressed in stretchy gym pants and a sleeveless black t-shirt with an image of a beautiful

He asked angrily but lady Sif halted him from reacting as he shrugged slightly off his throne. She sighed looking down at the hybrids "You weren't replaced, it's just a matter of understanding. Whoever kills the Dhampir first, gets their end of the bargain." She illustrated. The Vaewolves sighed in relief "we won't let those abominations take our titles as the watchers, we won't!" They said bowing slightly in respect. With a wave of her fingers, the Watchers walked out furiously. Dracula looked at her face in awe "You're turning them against each other?" He asked.

most of them gulped down the shock that they’ve been feeling You can almost hear them gulped down their saliva to bring themselves back to their senses Lina clapped and all of the attention was drawn to her She pointed the waiting crowd at the bridge to know the direction and when the paladin saw it he take the lead “sir… correct me if I’m wrong but. Paladins exist in the medieval period right?” someone voice out their concern “that undead wears armor and knows how to handle a weapon?!” “he can even speak!” Lina wanted to tell them that what have they witnessed is just an early point They act shocked and petrified, she thought that these wolves are trained for these kinds of things. Her expe

~ SIERRA ~ Dark. There was nothing but darkness for miles. Sierra couldn’t see anything in front of her. The last thing she remembered was seeing Raphael holding a gun to Colton's back and she jumped as fast as she could. The loud piercing sound of the gun cut through the air and that was it. Everything turned dark after that.

Head thrown back, he grunted moving deeper. More blood oozed out of the cut on my wrist. I was loosing too much blood. My eyes begun to waver, eyelids felt so heavy. Tylor's grunts and groans started fading into a distance as I felt myself slipping away into oblivion. Last thing I saw was the back wolf lurking behind the trees staring out through the window with its golden eyes.

“Sleep, my love. I’ll watch over you.” ‘I know.’ Her soft voice says before I feel her drift off. I wrap my mind around hers tightly, keeping an extra close watch over my mate. I push my essence around her, wrapping myself more around our daughter as well, keeping both of them safe. Bajaro, Shiv and Kayid come back in. “Hunters are dead,” Bajaro says. “The dragons?” Kaylani asks. “Alive,” Kayid says. We have a moment to enjoy that knowledge when Ishir comes leaping back into the room in tiger form. He quickly shifts back.

“Not exactly. But I’ve seen… traces before. Whispers of something ancient. This wasn’t just any creature from the abyss.” Kael’s jaw clenched. “Then what the hell was it?” Dain hesitated. Elara’s stomach twisted. Finally, he spoke, his voice quieter than before. “It was a Watcher.” The air in the chamber grew heavier at the name. Vesper stiffened. “A Watcher? Those things are myths—ghost stories to scare reckless mages.” Dain shook his head. “No. They’re real. And they don’t just watch—they wait. They linger at the edges of fate, drawn to those who disrupt the balance.” He turned his gaze to Elara, unreadable. “Drawn to her.”

Aria moved into place behind him, heart pounding. From the treeline emerged two figures. One was Eira. The other… wasn’t anyone they knew. A man cloaked in gray, face hidden beneath a hood, but something about him reeked of old power. Not wolf. Not human. Something between. He carried no weapons. But Aria’s instincts screamed. Kael tensed beside her. Eira raised her hand. “He is a Watcher,” she said. “He comes with warning.” The man stepped forward and spoke in a voice like rustling leaves and distant thunder.

Valaria asked, her own dominant vibes flooded the room letting Ellie know who was in charge, “Well, sweet Panther, I know because it is my job to know,” The gathered members shared a look of confusion all that is except Drake, “She is a Watcher,” Drake added to the conversation, not really adding an explanation to how he knew or what a Watcher actually is, “And what pray tell is a watcher?” Valaria questioned the Dragon-shifter sitting beside her, Drake raised an eyebrow, “The council never told you? A royal without the basic knowledge of the thirteen is like a chef without knowledge of seasoning,”