Watcher Grian Ao3 Novels & Stories

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I settled with just sitting there and enjoying my time! Sitting under the cool shade of a big tree, I opened my e-reader and opened the previous chapter of the novel I was currently reading. The book was entitled Hybrid Zeus and His Mate and I loved it dearly. It was about this old sexy werewolf-vampire hybrid Alpha and his badass goddess Luna. It was really a lovely book and I loved how detailed it was. And the sex scenes, Gosh the dang scenes. They made me want to be there, to witness the sensation myself and that made me know that the author has done her job well.

My whole being is broken, life seems meaningless. Two warriors grab me by the shoulder and hold me upright. But then I hear a menacing growl next to the Alpha and the two men immediately let go of me. When I look up, I see Glary staring at the warriors full of hate-spitting eyes. “Get your paws off my mate! Now, damn it!” he growls. Suddenly I lift my head. “I am not your mate. Your mate is Jasmina! I'm Alpha Zane from the Midnight Moon pack mate and woman”, I correct him tightly. Glary's eyes rest on me, it looks like he wants to say something but changes his mind at the last minute. He stares at me thoughtfully, lips pursed.

“We’ve done this before. Together. Remember?” Adrian crouched near his wife, whispering, “It’s okay… the baby’s fine. Just watch the kids, they’re going to need guidance.” Aria, Arianna, and Arian worked in tandem, their skills combining beautifully. Aria’s intuition, Arianna’s analysis, and Arian’s precision stabilized some of the chaotic sparks. Yet one stubborn cluster hovered near the edge of the forest, glowing brighter than the rest. I felt a shiver run down my spine. That shimmer… it was the watcher. Just at the edge, observing. Not intervening… yet.

Gwen's POV The frantic echo of footsteps approached rapidly, and my vision blurred as I began to lose consciousness. My breathing was shallow, and the last thing I could discern was a figure bending over me. “Luna, open your eyes!” a voice shouted urgently. It wasn’t Ryker’s voice; it was someone else. I forced my eyelids open and saw the gamma kneeling beside me. I didn’t know his name, but he was one of the pack’s most feared gammas. How did he find me here?

Girl whimpered in need and pain. "A-Aaron~ please k-knot m-me" Grace whined looking up at the girl with her big blue doe eyes looking so innocent but begging for a very sinful thing. Aaron clenched his jaw trying so hard not to pounce on her and knot the girl just like she's begging for, pleasuring her so much that she will beg for him to stop, thrust into her until the sun shows it's shine to the world. Made her cry out in ectasy while pounding into her hard and fast－

Angel Grant looked around carefully and his nostrils flared open, “I can’t see or smell anything,” he started. Taking my hand in his, he examined our surroundings once again. Was I having a damn deja-vu? The same happened when I was with my jerk-ex mate back in my pack. I was surely being watched by Blake or one of Elijah’s wolf-minions, but Aaron didn’t believe me for a second. Well, well, Grant seemed to be the same.

They found things even my betas didn't and I am forever grateful for your dedication and unbelievable eagle eyes! To my dear friend and author, Paige Weaver - I look forward to many more lunches, brainstorming over Mexican food as we plot out demise and destruction in future books. Your friendship means the world to me and I thank you for your insight on always knowing which of my characters should become irrevocably evil. ;) To all the ladies in my Graveyard Watchman Reader Group - your support, comments and constant pimping have been beyond incredible and I thank and appreciate each of you so very much!

They crossed the expansive field until they reached Lenore, patiently waiting alongside the imposing figure of the Watcher. As Gin approached, the Watcher knelt down on one knee, lowering his head to be at her eye level. Ava's protective instincts kicked in, and she felt the urge to shield Gin from the bone fairy's presence. With caution, Gin approached, maintaining a safe distance. "Do you know who I am?" the Watcher inquired, his voice reverberating as if emerging from beneath a landslide. "They tell me you're the Watcher," Gin acknowledged, her voice tinged with unease.