Watchers Novels & Stories

The Captain answered with a frown. Vera nodded and touched her waist, feeling the sword under the heavy wool she wore. Fighting demons was one characteristic of the Watchers. They had left the white mountains for six months and had only seen three fights. It was the longest she had gone since she became a Watcher. “Good luck, Watcher,” The captain said and turned back to the way they had come. “Good luck to you too, captain,” Vera muttered from her teeth. She couldn’t help the contempt that was trying to surface.

Lyra didn’t disagree. Her focus shifted again, this time to something even deeper. A cross-link. Between the Watchers… And the Echo. It wasn’t a full connection. Not yet. But data was being shared. Subtly. Efficiently. Dangerously. “They’re feeding it,” she said. Adrian’s head snapped toward her. “What?” “The Watchers,” she clarified. “They’re not interfering directly, but they’re providing data. Behavioral analysis. Pattern refinement.” “So they’re making it smarter.”

I watched him walk away, unable to shake away the feeling that something was off with him. After finishing up with work, I returned to my chambers. A sly smile stretched across my lips as I made my way to the room that had once been my study—but had been transformed into something… new. When I got in, my gaze trailed to the screen—so wide it took half the space of the wall. It was covered in a white cloth. A ‘Watcher’s Station’, that was what this strange technology was called. Unknown to my dear Kitten’s, every single corner of her room had little Watcher Feeds installed. Its purpose was to ensure every move she made was properly monitored.

He didn't need to. His presence reminded me that I was still here. Still Aflira. Not simply the Seventh Heir. Not merely a piece of some ancient prophecy. Just. me. I held onto that thought desperately. Because I wasn't sure how much longer I would be able to. The First Watcher finally lowered his head. It was only a small movement. Yet the thousands of kneeling Watchers immediately stood together. Perfectly synchronized. The sound of their armor shifting echoed across the valley like a single heartbeat.

He licked his lips nervously, glancing over his shoulder at the door, which immediately had my hackles rising. What in the hell was going on? I grabbed a piece of paper along with a pen and pushed it across the desk to him. For whatever reason, I couldn’t help but feel like he was afraid to speak out loud, which led me to believe that one of the other shifters was a ‘watcher’. Someone who had been sent to make sure that no one said anything that wasn’t preapproved. He gave me a grateful look as he began to write, while he replied out loud.

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 over thirty tentacles that curle

The glass door shut behind me with a click. I sat down at my workstation away. I pulled the leather keyboard toward me and logged into the compliance node. My fingers moved precisely entering the security codes as the dual monitors flickered to life. They cast a blue glow over my face. Through the paned glass wall of my office I could see the main floor of the analytics department. Many junior analysts were hovering over their desks. They were talking in worried voices as they tried to understand the market impact of the postponed wedding. To them the Vane empire was a job. To me it was a crime scene.

“Ten coins says she’s talking about you.” Caelan glared. “No one’s betting on me being flammable.” “You blush like you are,” Orion quipped. Lazriel laughed, a melodic sound full of secrets. “Delicious tension. I live for it.” “Back to the Watchers,” I said, cutting across the rising chaos. “They’re not just observers. They’re more like a lineage of guardians of old prophecies. They believe in two things: the rise of Sariyah… and our role in stopping her. Or failing to.”

Except it wasn't empty. A single figure stood near the exit, silhouetted against the weak exterior lighting, waiting with the patient stillness of someone who'd expected them all along. Marcus's radio crackled again, this time with a voice Ryan recognized instantly from the underground corridor, calm, measured, and utterly without mercy. "Going somewhere, Warden?" Griggs said, stepping fully into the light, flanked by two guards Ryan hadn't even seen until they moved. "You really thought I'd leave the one exit nobody's supposed to use unwatched?"

Their presence is cold, ancient, patient. "I have come to ask," I say. "The Watchers. Who are they?" Silence. Then a whisper, like wind through dead leaves. The Watchers are the eyes of the void. They see all. They remember all. They are the ones who witnessed the birth of the moon and the rise of the wolves. "Why are they coming for me?" They come because you are the one. The one who carries the light. The one who will either save the world or doom it.