Watcher Novels & Stories

Everything else could wait. --- Tabby

"The war between Moon and Sun is over but the real war is just beginning, forces beyond this realm have taken notice of you Guardian, they're coming." The light exploded outward and we all shielded our eyes. When we could see again there was something standing in the portal, a figure made of pure light in the shape of a massive wolf. "I am the Watcher," the figure said. "And I'm here to judge whether you deserve the power you've claimed." Anna stepped forward bravely despite her fear. "Then judge me." The Watcher's eyes blazed. "The trial begins now."

Not the Watcher. Something far older. Something history itself had forgotten. 🌑

Then, “Flaw probability acknowledged.” I almost smiled. Because there it was. The crack. Not weakness but possibility. “Then allow me to offer context,” I said. Careful yet measured. “I have observed your system.” Not entirely true. But close enough. “I have observed the Watchers.” That part was undeniable. “And I have observed the Haven.” The patterns shifted again and became focused. Good. Now it was listening. “The Watchers enforce stability,” I said. “Through control.” No response. Agreement implied.

But nights like this, the static crept back in. I stood up, legs shaky, and padded to the counter. Swallowed one of each with the last of my cold tea. The pills scraped down my throat. Back on the couch, I opened a new tab and searched ShadowWatcher87 across every platform I could think of. Nothing. No socials, no old forum posts. A ghost Another notification pinged. My stomach flipped. It was another comment on the same post, this time from a regular: *Loving the new direction! When does she confront the watcher?* I almost laughed at the irony. Then a second one popped up right after.

Addendum: Visual data suggests tertiary consciousness emerging within the Veil. Designation: The Watcher. A pause. Then, a whisper not part of any transmission—so faint it could be mistaken for a glitch. Maeve… don’t close it again. The feed ends.

“The forest remembers those who broke oaths.” The Watcher stood silently, a looming shadow, its ember eyes flicking between the three witches. Its muscles were taut, ready, yet patient — waiting for orders older than time. Finally, it lowered its head and scraped a claw against the cracked stone beneath it. The sound was sharp, grating — a question.

Every Watcher had an implant that beeped in their head when triggered. " There is a lead I presume. But the nature of it is very different from all the disturbances that we have been dealing with. " One of the Watchers spoke. He had a large projector on and was about to play something for the others. " Show us! " the ones in the audience urged him on. He turned the screen so they could have a better view. " A forward short clip, " He began, " A student was caught displaying powers that are identical to those aliens we have been dealing with. "

But far below, in the hidden depths beneath fracture and frost, the Watcher adjusted its rhythm. And waited.