Watcher Grian Novels & Stories

I mean, it's the least a wicked alpha could do. "Sir she left already," Grace said in a low tone. "Who dropped her off? " I ask. " No one, she left alone. " " You should have asked Stephen or one of the drivers to drive her out safely. Call her to know if she is safe! " I don't know why Thyla or me is getting worked up but I need to do something. My phone rings aggressively. It's the watchers. "There is news of a rouge in the territory, we wanted to alert you. We don't know what they are after..." I cut the phone immediately and head straight out.

The table was a marble countertop that showed the map of the secret divisions, stretching from Khriva, down to Varagrafena, and beyond the mountains that led to Norspatia! “Okay, what’s the rush?” Crescent called out in his deep, gravel voice. “You won’t believe it guys but I saw her. She is coming!” Eriva informed exuberantly with a huge smile, her deep yellow eyes brimming with excitement. “And who is “her”?” Poseidon was the one who popped the question, with deep furrows of confusion marring his perfect, clean, shaved face. “Grisha! She is coming and she will be among this year’s intake.” She laid the news to us causing us to look at her in disbelief.

With that, the two of them, disappeared on the horizon. ***The Borders of the Earth-Present day*** Watchers' Headquarters " These monitors haven't flickered for centuries. Are you sure there is no technical hitch, Gruffel? " The serious looking bald man with round glasses didn't reply or look up. He was busy at work, trying hard to decipher what looked like a graph. " Gruffel? Tell me, " The sleek young man in a black leather coat and with heavy silver chains around his neck, repeated his question.

she murmured "How much time do you need to think about it?" "I didn't say I would think about it. I'm leaving" "You can't leave like that or is it because you're sitting with a security guard and you don't want your friends to mock you" "Stop it. I won't tolerate that. I'm tired, so I need rest" "It's okay. I'll be expecting your response" "Just let me be Mister. See you tomorrow at work" Grace couldn't help but think Laurel as a great guy but what

Elise did not yet know his last name, but even then, Graham was hoping that, since Flareholm was remote, she would not necessarily know about the Wrights. “Oh, yeah?” Elise asked, a brow raised. “Then, tell me, Graham, why do you have a Casio G-Shock MR-G? That watch alone costs ten thousand dollars.” Graham glared at his watch. It was one of his cheaper ones, picked on purpose for the expedition because it was tough, reliable, and could even handle being underwater. He made a face and said, “This cheap thing?” “Pfft! It’s a knockoff,” Graham said.

A low rumble moved through the bears—uneasy, reverent. Thorn stepped forward then, his broad frame tense. His eyes, usually narrowed with suspicion, were wide and burning with confusion. “That thing beneath us,” he said. “That wasn’t Hunter tech.” “No,” Ronan growled. “It wasn’t.” Thorn’s gaze slid to Kiera—not fearful, not hostile. Assessing. “The Watcher,” Thorn said slowly, naming something none of them had spoken aloud in generations. “The thing the elders warned us about. The thing the clans swore never to wake.”

"He's trying. It's painful to watch someone try when they've spent their whole life not having to. But it's better than not watching them try." "Yes," I said. "The Watcher document," she said. I hadn't told her yet. I had been waiting for the right moment, which was a habit I was trying to break and hadn't fully broken. "You know," I said. "Fen told me," she said. "In his way, which means he sent three words by message and let me sit with it for a week." She looked at me. "The fourth line. The eyes." She paused. "I've been thinking about what that means for the network. Practically. The Watcher function as described in the document is intelligence gathering. Moving where Sovereigns can't. Se

“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.

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.”