Watcher Darksiders Novels & Stories

My eyes snapped toward her. "What is it?" She swallowed. "It belongs to the Night Watchers." Liam frowned. "I've never heard of them." "Very few have." She picked up the feather carefully. "They don't serve wolves…They don't serve witches." "They serve whoever pays them." A chill ran through me. "Mercenaries?" She nodded. "The best." "The most dangerous….They don't fail." My heart sank. "So Seraphine hired them." "Perhaps." The witch doctor looked uncertain.

The moment his eyes landed on her, something in the air clicked. “You felt it,” he said. “Yes,” she replied. “What is it?” “A Watcher,” Darius said. Maera cursed softly. “They came early.” Seraphina looked between them. “Watcher?” Darius’s jaw set. “An ancient order. Older than the council. They observe balance—and erase what threatens it.” Her stomach dropped. “They’re here because of me.” “Yes,” Darius said. “And because of what you woke.” The stronghold trembled faintly, as if something massive had settled just beyond its walls.

The journal felt heavy and cold in her hands; she was losing the wall, and the void was creeping in. “Liora, now!” Ash shouted, rushing forward with his knife raised. The Watcher didn’t even turn. It raised its cloaked arm, and a blast of dark energy slammed into Ash’s chest. He flew back like a giant had hit him, landing hard and still. “Ash!” Liora screamed. Kael came at the Watcher from the other side, his dagger aimed at its back, but the blade passed through, like smoke. Kael stumbled, off balance, and the Watcher’s arm swung back, hitting him across the face, spinning him to the ground.

They were vicious against enemies, the shapeless assassins and spies that could penetrate the defences of any threat whilst also providing aid to those that they obey. A faint shuddering in the shadows hinted at the appearance of the wolves. They moved cautiously, looking to avoid the last of the dappled light that fell between the pine trees. Slowly their forms took shape like watery images of beasts, their bodies floating and swirling like smoke and mist. Behind the witch, the warriors shifted uneasily, still not used to seeing these curious creatures. “Look, Signe! Do you see them?” Estrid cooed to her daughter, pointing to the first of the shadowy figures that stepped out from the roilin

Jessica drew her whip but did not jump to attack the mysterious person because Damian appeared calm while standing beside the new person. Zen smiled at the hooded figure that could easily be mistaken for a grim reaper in the labyrinth. Even if the NPC did not appear in the mini-map because they were in a special zone, he had a feeling this was a no-combat area. Unperturbed by the raised weapons in his face, the hooded figure walked past the group slowly. Jessica let him through after determining he was not a threat. However, she kept her eyes trained on him closely. Judging by the lantern he was holding, it was clear to the observant players who he was. Zen finally understood why the gatekee

There was also a watchtower at the left side of the yard with two SACT agents occupying it. "This is sure gonna be war," he thought as he studied the environment carefully and scanned each of the agents with their guns. Just then, he saw two of the agents walking out of the yard. They were armless as they crossed to the other side of the road towards his hiding spot. "They're coming," Oliver whispered in fear and Eden hushed him. "Come on, climb down slowly, don't make too much noise," he said and they acquiesced immediately and climbed down slowly. He followed suit and they all hid among the tall bushes.

He walks back to the gate we came from and I follow him in terror. “Surely, death can't be the only solution,” I complain behind him. “Not in my world.” Hawe ma! Who's Bangizwe Mboyo? The dark aura that surrounded him was not just an aesthetic. Bangizwe is a murderer who's not remorseful. I keep my mouth shut as I follow him to his car.

I can feel myself blacking out as black spots cloud my vision. Just as Psych is about to grab a hold of me I hear what sounds like bikes pulling up. Psych runs over to Jesse, who is bleeding from her head, and helps her up. I catch a glimpse of Melissa lying unconscious on the ground near the kitchen and when I look back over to Psych he and Jesse are peaking out of the holes on the boarded-up windows. "Shit, the Warriors are fucking here. How the fuck did they know where we were?" Psych says hysterically.

She argued that with vampirism, witchcraft, and senses of werewolves combined, we will be indestructible. “Niklaus was made with witch powers! Powerful with powers at that! And you think a bite from him would produce the same results?” Lucianna screamed once again, seeking for the attention to be diverted to her. I hid my claws when I saw my aunt averted her gaze to my cousin, Lucianna. I immediately sat beside Natyaramona and assisted her into standing up. Her breaths were heavy and sharp, panting and almost begging for the last of it.

I said. I examined my attacker. His ragged black hair came down the sides of his head like knives. His scowling brow lorded over his eyes and shrouded the skin around them in darkness—indeed, I could not see the edges of his eyes at all, only their blood red irises, burning with quiet rage. The lower half of his face was covered by a black leather mask, three metal spikes protruding out of it in a vertical line. The blades tied to his wrists were long enough to reach his ankles—it was one of these, no doubt, that had been at my throat. Their straps covered his wrists and palms, but left his fingers and thumbs free. His clothes were black rags. It occurred to me that Sven matched the descript