Watcher Grian Ao3 Novels & Stories

Grisha shot a mocking grin at Kaira, "Nevertheless, this situation is indeed hilarious… Kiara's Decker, a.k.a. Gray Athena of God's Heritage got shut down by a minor. If this wasn't a party thrown by Immortal Crawlers, this news would have turned into rumors already. Might have burned the entire world into ashes. " "Grisha Fowler. It's better if you wipe that smirk off of your face… or would you prefer I do that for you?" "Oh jeez! Did I just rub salt on the burns…" Grisha's grin grew wider, "I really did not mean to do that...friendo."

Underneath, in block letters: W.R. ROANE – KEY AUTHOR AUTHORITY: HIGH ACCESS: PARTIAL Besides that, the tiny pen icon pulsed like a heartbeat. My stomach lurched. The thought of all those anonymous, faceless watchers seeing my face blown up that big made my skin crawl. The word AUTHORITY under it made me want to laugh and throw up at the same time. “So that’s new,” Jax muttered at my shoulder. “Congrats, horror girl. You’re trending.” The ground thrummed.

Drax shot at me. "I'm so sorry." I muttered, trying to sound as sincere and apologetic as possible. "It's just that, I was— Lily and I...were rather occupied." I let out a half grin. My eyes swept across the room and briefly I noticed that she had contacted my smile and was also grinning at me with half a face, probably able to see through my body language and could possibly tell that we just had sex. Of course I was already pretty sure Drax knew, because a werewolf's sense of smell is so powerful, it could percieve the scent of sex in the air in an instant.

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⚡ For one brief second… The world became silent. Neither spoke. Neither moved. 🌙 Both simply stared at each other. As though thousands of forgotten memories existed between them. 💔 Then Lyra quickly pulled her hand away. Fear filled her eyes. 😨 “It recognizes you.” Ilyaan frowned. “What recognizes me?” Lyra slowly looked toward the sky. 👁️ The giant eye. 💀 “The Watcher.” ⸻ 🌙 The Watcher Ayesha stepped forward. “What is that thing?”

Lia *** Trigger Warning *** Pain surged through me, tears blurring my vision as I witnessed my mate being pleasured by another woman, someone who wasn’t me. The sight seared into my mind, a dagger twisting in my heart. I gasped for air, each breath a struggle against the agony of his betrayal. His climax echoed in my ears as he released himself down her throat, a gut-wrenching sound that intensified my anguish. Determination burned within me, vowing to punish her for daring to touch what belonged to me. With a wicked smile, he whispered, “We’re not finished yet, sweetheart,” as he sat down, forcefully guiding her onto his throbbing member.

“It's fine. So, Sebastian is a new bodyguard that my Isabella hired to babysit me and that's it.” “That's not good if Isabella employed him,” Betty said. “if not I would have told you to f**k his brains out.” Raphaella groaned. “Betty!” “What? Don't you want to experience what a forbidden relationship is?” Betty asked. “The boss's daughter and her bodyguard. explosive!” Raphaella shook her head and smiled. “You have a very imaginative mind” “Well, I'm a writer… what do you expect?" Raphaella could imagine Betty's smirk through the phone.

He didn’t even know when the woman had worked in and the looks on Cassandra’s face also said the same. “This man deserves to die,” Bola said, still trying to smolder his anger with a straight face. “It is not your call to make.” The woman said and pushed Bola away. She smiled down at Gareth, who was also surprised, but glad that she had interfered. “My name is Vera Angelo. I am a Watcher. I protect people from demons and bullies too.” “Huh, this is my lucky day.” Gareth grunted and tried to stand, but Vera booted his face, sending him back on the floor.

The one who sees what others don’t, and what I saw was a pack that had become too comfortable, and distracted with Alpha Lucien and Luna Maya, gone. Beta playing leader and whispering sweet promises to his lover. I shifted my weight, scanning the tree line. “I can hear your teeth grinding from here.” The annoyingly familiar voice came from below, calm, and rough. I leaned over the edge of the watchtower. Scarred and thin Grayson stood near the outer wall, arms crossed, looking up at me. “Shouldn’t you be minding your own exile?” I shot back. He gave a faint smirk. “Shouldn’t you be minding your punishment?”

The days following the Watchers’ return brought no calm—only a sharpening of the senses, as though the valley itself held its breath. Aria awoke each morning with the echo of voices she could not name—tongues older than the Watchers, murmuring through her bones like wind through hollow stone.