Watcher Novels & Stories

Something wrong. The Watcher isn’t just a curse. It’s a witness. And it’s watching me.

Humans couldn’t see them, which was good for them, as wandering through a Gate would send them to the Fae world, from which, they would never return. “I want to speak to the Lord Watcher,” I said curtly to the guard. The Lord Watcher was the highest position of power at a Gate and knew all the comings and goings of the fae who had passed through their portal. “The Lord Watcher is detained,” the guard attempted to stop me, and I shot him a look so dark that he stumbled out of my way. I stormed through the building. On the outside, the building looked like a dilapidated brownstone, while on the insi

Watchers are intelligent creatures. Tsuki Miki thought to himself how smart he was, so he could get rid of his countless opponents, heading towards the temples, killing whoever got in his way. Nothing stupid, but they are extremely racist towards other types of observers, so it's perfectly acceptable to kill them (just kidding, it's ok to kill anything, that he sees, that he can send, that goes to that one). specific time of the temple you entered. Being a Watcher, then, he like the others was immediately identifiable, being essentially a floating head with a single Cyclops-like eye surrounded by twenty smaller eye rods, he had

Ronan asked. “It’s not a fighter, it’s a focus, it watches, it reports and it helps them control.” Kael’s gaze stayed on her, warning and something else, like a possession or maybe recognition. He knew what being torn apart by the dark meant. “That’s why they wait, the Watcher watches her and the longer we sit, the more it learns.” The enemy wasn’t just attacking; it was spying with a supernatural scout. “Then we can’t wait,” Liora said, standing. “We have to attack the Watcher. Now, if we take it down, the wolves may turn on the hunters.”

The compound was moving around us and somewhere beyond the walls twelve trained wolves were closing the distance and every second mattered and Marcus Ashwood stood there and looked at me and made a decision. "Watchtower," he said. "Garrett stays with you." I was already moving toward it. The watchtower gave me height and the height combined with my True Luna senses gave me something that felt like standing at the center of a web that connected every living thing within the compound boundary. I could feel Creek's wolves the way I could feel my own heartbeat. Distinct and directional and completely clear. Garrett stood beside me with his device open relaying my information to Marcus in real ti

The last entry reads: "Shows unusual understanding of institutional mechanics for a sixteen-year-old outer disciple. Watch." The System finds the word WATCH appearing in multiple people's notes about Host to be statistically significant. The System is watching too. --- I close the notification. Look at the archive text in front of me. Watch. Elder Qian. Elder Mao. The Twelve Thrones' monitoring formations, probably. The System itself. Everyone watching.

“You removed life.” The First Realization The courtyard felt heavier. Not from power. From understanding. The Watcher looked around At the wolves. At Theodore. At Aurelion. At Eryndor. At everything alive, messy, unpredictable. And for the first time He wasn’t observing from above. He was inside it. A Dangerous Shift The hunter appeared suddenly. “Warning.” We all turned. “Massive instability detected across multiple observed realities.” The Watcher’s head snapped up. “What?” The hunter projected a series of distant worlds.

"Take care of her. And do it quickly." Without a word, the Watchman rises to his feet and walks in my direction. Keeping my eyes shut, I try to stay calm, sneaking peeks through the slits of my lids as he approaches. He stops only inches away from me and I can smell his earthy, masculine skin. "Don't move her," Zack calls to him, but he doesn't reply.