Watcher Darksiders Novels & Stories

Damon wore the watch. "Have they arranged an escort for us?" "Yeah" Yang looked around and finally spotted the man. "There he is!" He pointed towards the man who was waiting for them. "Welcome to the country Mr. Damon... Myself Madhan Das. Personal assistant of Mr. Yashraaj Thakur, and I'll be your escort to our destination." Damon nodded at the mid age man, short in height, half bald and with a big belly, he was in formal attire of grey suit.

"Yeah, also, some of them would say that they feel like they're being watched and every one of them said that they saw a bloody-hands waving outside the window." "Do these occurrences hurt someone in your house hold?" "One of my assistants got possessed and jumped from the roof of the mansion. Fortunately, some tree catches his body before landing on the concrete floor. He was injured for six weeks." Jonas gasp and gave mister Dankworth a sympathetic look, the latter didn't see it though as his eyes were fixed on Ariz. "There's a rumor that my mansion is somewhat connected in some kind of underground tunnel, it is said to be a hideout of some cult performing dark rituals." He added.

I say to him with an intense look as I hold his hand to my cheek. He gazes at me deeply with his enchanting blue eyes and I give him a smile of encouragement. “ I loved her- her name was Aurora, she was a witch priestess, one of the most powerful ones, she loved kids and we were planning on having a baby when 'the Darks' made their first threat. 'The Darks' consist of dark vampires, dark witches and rogues with other coerced species as minions. I didn't take their threat seriously, as it is normal for them to initiate conflict, because basically, it’s their purpose to exist, dark vampires chose to live without emotions, dark witches chose to practice dark magic and the rogues went against th

His form elongated grotesquely, stretched toward the darkness beneath the shattered Gate fragments. Kael moved instinctively, power flaring as he anchored himself harder into the ground of reality. The counterforce rippled outward, steady and stubborn. “Aria,” he said urgently. “If that thing finishes waking—” “It will consume the system,” I finished. “The Gate. The Watcher’s jurisdiction. Everything.” Including us. The Watcher shifted again, attention snapping fully toward the hunger now. For the first time, its presence sharpened—not passive observation, but intent.

These jokers surely had to come soon, they only gave us enough food for a couple days. We were deep in a game of Bull Shit, one of my favorite card games when we heard someone. We both clung to each other and waited. After several locks and a bunch of noise, the door opened and there stood three guys, all in black with ski masks on. Sorry asses, can’t even show their faces. “You!” The guy pointed at Eve. We held each other tight. He walked toward her with a newspaper, shit he was going to do a ransom video or something, I’ve seen these on TV.

Lyra’s pulse slammed hard against her ribs. Massive wolves emerged slowly from the darkness between the pillars, larger than any creature she had ever seen. Their fur looked formed from shadow and moonlight intertwined, silver markings glowing beneath their skin while ancient runes burned across enormous bodies scarred by centuries. Each guardian towered over ordinary wolves. Their glowing silver eyes remained fixed on Kael and Lyra with terrifying intelligence. Not beasts. Watchers. The largest stepped forward first. Its growl rolled through the chamber like distant thunder. Kael’s shadows sharpened immediately around Lyra.

That other awareness rising, stretching outward toward the darkness like it wasn’t afraid. Like it belonged. The voice from the tear speaks again. “It is not frightened.” “No,” the silver-eyed watcher says tightly. “It should be.” Dylan turns slowly toward the watchers. “You’re not in control anymore.” The plane trembles again. But this time the shaking feels different. Less violent. More… unstable. The darkness withdraws the tendril slightly, not retreating, just creating space. Observing. “You have misunderstood your role,” the ancient voice tells the watchers.

Like it breathed. Logan’s voice broke the silence. “They’re here.” We turned. Figures stepped from the tree line. Not wolves. Not witches. Not human. They shimmered like heatwaves, their outlines flickering as if they didn’t belong to this realm. Logan didn’t move. Neither did Ember. “These are the Watchers,” Ember said. “The ones who witness when bloodlines shift. They’ve come to see her.” Lilly trembled beside me. I held her tighter.

The grey light of the Unwritten Realms did not change, but a new rhythm was established within the Chromatic Vault. It was the rhythm of a machine. I was its central processor. Maia returned with her report, delivered in efficient, pulsed thoughts. *"The path is clear. A nest of dream-eaters has migrated south. The Watchers' presence is minimal, a single patrol on a twelve-hour cycle. The way is safe."* I acknowledged her with a nod. "Good. We move at the next patrol interval."

“You removed life.” The First Realization The courtyard felt heavier. Not from power. From understanding. The Watcher looked around At the wolves. At Theodore. At Aurelion. At Eryndor. At everything alive, messy, unpredictable. And for the first time He wasn’t observing from above. He was inside it. A Dangerous Shift The hunter appeared suddenly. “Warning.” We all turned. “Massive instability detected across multiple observed realities.” The Watcher’s head snapped up. “What?” The hunter projected a series of distant worlds.