Watcher Grian Ao3 Novels & Stories

Rough with awe. “I get that a lot,” I said, stepping into view. “Now tell me why you’re watching me and the girl, or I’ll let the shadows finish what they started.” His gaze flicked over me, calculating. Not afraid. Which annoyed me. “I’m not your enemy,” he said. “My name is Caelan Vire. I’m a Watcher.” The word hit like a curse. I let go of the blade, letting it drop into the dirt between us. “Those relics died centuries ago.”

Ga-chi. The grinding in my neck echoed the tectonic frustration in my marrow. The stone jaw they had "stabilized" felt like a muzzle. I looked at the white-robed Watchers drifting through the trees. They were so thin, their skin like frosted glass, their movements lacking the heavy, muscular intent of the wolves I had known. They weren't shifters anymore; they were ghosts who had traded their teeth for a longer sunset. "You’re staring, Mother," a voice hummed.

Behind her, in an office with soft lighting and institutional patience, a file marked ILYRA — WATCHER THIRD TIER acquired another notation. Contact with protector network suspected. Escalation review scheduled. She didn't know that yet. She was still walking toward the warm light. And for the first time in three years of seeing everything, Ilyra was about to step into a story instead of watching one. Odon Kuraim felt the Watcher's thread of attention turn — felt the precise, cataloguing focus of his most reliable observer shift away from fracture and toward something he couldn't name and couldn't feed on — and understood, with the ancient patience of something that had survived centuries of

I stood frozen, hands clenched into fists, heart thundering in my chest. First the child appears. Then Gracie dies. Then the child disappears? What the hell was going on? Behind me, warriors whispered. Gracie’s mother was crying loudly now. Tavin refused to let go of her body. Aria stood across the yard, watching me, her eyes unreadable. This wasn’t over. It had only just begun

“This terrain has ears. Everything you say here can be heard. We need a place protected from the ears and eyes of the watchers.” “I assumed watchers are supposed to be in good spirits,” I said. She shook her head, taking my hand. “Watchers are neither good nor bad. They conform to the energy of the environment. And the watchers around here are submitted to rebellion.” Before I could say anything, Ria dragged me towards the stone wall before us. She placed her hands on the wall, and her hands glowed briefly, before white, brilliant light from nowhere overwhelmed my sight in a second. I shrank my eyes shut on instinct, a hand going to my eyes because of the pain.

"You mean, Mrs. Lyana? You know something about us?" Mrs. Lyana nodded, this time with a warmer expression. "Before inheriting this orphanage, I was a watcher," she explained. "Watcher?" Ailee repeated the word without understanding its meaning. "Watcher is a term for a human who has been trusted by the werewolf nation," Mrs. Lyana continued. "We are a kind of guardian, someone who takes care of the affairs of the human world for them. I'm not part of the pack, but I'm involved in their world affairs. I am the watcher of Aaron's mother."

She pushed at him and as she pushed and moved she felt another thing prodding at her to find comfort. He woke with a groan. Still half asleep only tried to shift her position to better fit with him and replace his hands. Pulling her closer so that the over part of him could nestle naturally between her. “No! Wake up!” She elbowed him “Why have you tied me to you like this!” He kissed the back of her neck. “Sorry.” He removed his hands. “Who is the Shit Mage now? Sleep walker!” “I am not a Mage, and I do not sleep walk.”

If they don’t, she gets omegas to volunteer to watch over them, letting them know to contact her if anything happens or if they need help. One of Rik’s warriors walks in to give an update on the border patrols when I watch his nose lift in the air. “Mate!” He says excitedly, looking around. I watch as Maddison, the one from the garden, looks up with the same dazed, excited look on her face. “Mate.” She says back. “Well, that’s two.” Grace says as she walks over to take my empty bowl. “Two?” I ask.

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My vision blurred, silver burning across my eyes as the mark beneath my skin flared painfully. Whatever was watching us did not need a body. It did not need a name. But it had one anyway. Not spoken. Impressed. The Watcher. Not a god. Not a creator. An observer of endings. Auren felt it too. His scream cut through the frozen world like a fracture line, raw and terrified in a way I had never heard from him before. “No—no, not you,” he cried, his unraveling form convulsing as the light around him began to dim. “This wasn’t your jurisdiction!”