Watcher Darksiders Novels & Stories

A tear slipped down his cheek. What was that thing? Cassian asked. He had not moved from the window. His arms were crossed, his face pale. Lysander answered. He was turning the dagger over in his hands, watching the light catch the symbols. It was a watcher, he said. One of the old ones. The shadow was not the only darkness. It was just the loudest. Just the hungriest. There are others. Older. Deeper. They have been sleeping for centuries, waiting for the shadow to fall so they could rise.

"Stop. Did you feel that?" Raven hugged her own body. "Like... something is crawling on my skin." The floor of the hallway made a subtle cracking sound, like ice beginning to grow from within the stone. In the distance, the lights of the hanging torches slowly extinguished one by one, creating a layered darkness that moved closer. Valtorius grasped his wand. "He's awake..." "Who?" whispered Raven, her voice choked. "Something even the Last Watchers dare not mention. They call him... The Night Watcher."

She did not wait for his answer at all, but pushed him away from her and ran away very quickly, his eyes widening “You’ll regret it,” Darkle hissed , and Zayn turned to him angrily But they didn't notice anything. " Zayn, leave this pyramid and look back ." Mars said in amazement, ignoring his fatigue, to turn around and see the wolf's place is empty. He's gone! His heart trembled with fear, did he catch up with his fugitive companion? “ Guards catch her,” Darkle shouted "Leave it to me, " Zayn denied with concern and silence .

While Xander was in a bad mood and almost mourning not being able to freely communicate with Lee, another man was having the time of his life laughing at the highlights on the news. Smoke filled the room as he blew the smoke remnant from his cigarette into the air making ring patterns in the process. He twirled in his chair laughing like a maniac who had just escaped from a metal asylum. This was no other than Dax. The number one rival of Alexander. He hated anything and everything good about Xander. If he couldn't steal it or acquire it by force then he would try to make it appear bad in the eyes of the public. Despite being a petty man, he was a good businessman who was a real devil when

She nodded. She flew high above the lake, waiting for a portal to open. A flash of red came from the water. She aimed, wrapped Izzy in her left-wing, and dropped into the lake. A journey into the underworld was not a simple drop and you are there. Knowing how to maneuver the levels of hell without getting stuck is tricky. The watchers have to be avoided. The watchers were on each level. They serve the underworld. They have no compassion. They were once angels full of lust. Now they are the fallen. They are full of hate and vengeance.

I said sleepily. He was right, I felt weak and slightly sick that my eye lid started to get heavy. At once I felt a strange cold breeze blow past that made me shiver and open my already closed eyes a little bit. I caught sight of a pale looking slim man wearing a blue tight fitted tee shirt over black leather jeans and brown jacket to my right. He was standing far far away from the group so he was obviously not a part of us, he was looking down all along but as he lifted his head, I saw a his eyes turn deep red before he disappeared completely leaving me shivering against Lucas's body.

We are the latter. Later that night, when most had dispersed to their quarters, Zenith stood on the balcony overlooking the lake. The water reflected moonlight in sharp fragments. I joined her. “They didn’t react the way I expected,” she said softly. “How did you expect?” “Questions. Suspicion. Fear.” I wrapped an arm around her waist carefully. “They trust you.” She was quiet for a moment. “Even though I’m human.” “Especially because you’re human.” That is what the Watchers will never understand. They categorize power by species. They cannot comprehend integration beyond hierarchy. The Haven of Shadows contains: Wolves, witches, vampires, a warlock, rogues. An ancient rogue king, and human

My breath hitched. I spun around. Caden was leaning against the closed door, his arms crossed, a lazy half-smile on his lips. His eyes, those sharp, dark eyes, were fixed on me. And they weren't just seeing Maeve, the maid's daughter. They were seeing something else. "Looking for this?" he asked, holding up a gleaming silver watch between his thumb and forefinger. It glinted in the soft light from the window. My blood ran cold. He'd had it all along. He'd sent me in here just to trap me. "You... you had it," I whispered, my voice trembling.

His reflection stared back, but for a moment, the Berserker looked out from behind his eyes. "I'm not giving in," he whispered. "But I will use you." --- Later that morning, Emma, Marcus, and Long joined him in the war chamber. Weaver was already there, her face grim. "I had scouts report in this morning," she said. "The Watchers you met? They left something. A message." Marcus narrowed his eyes. "What kind of message?" Weaver placed a black stone on the table. It pulsed. Steve frowned. "Is it magical?"

"Yes. Stay close, and remember—say nothing." The Watchers of the Sky Border. The very name sent a chill down my spine. Stories of the Watchers had been used to frighten children into obedience for as long as I could remember. Ruthless enforcers of peace, they were said to hunt down monsters and criminals alike, leaving no room for mercy. I stole a glance at his left cheek. There it was—the tattoo of an eagle's wing, just as the stories had described. The black combat attire, the imposing cape, the hood . . . it was all real.