Watchers Novels & Stories

"This place is eerie and it's giving me the chills." "I'm sorry but you have to endure it for a bit. However, I will try and talk to the watchers to not send you so much negative energy. The only person who has ever been here who is not a witch is Hermes. You're the second one. I am sure I can try to appease them for your sake." "Thank you. Who are the watchers?" "Oh, those. They are spirits departed who stand guard to this place to ensure that no one disturbs the peace of this place. So, I am sure that you being a werewolf is quite a threat. Now let me concentrate. I promise to give you all the answers I know."

I said firmly. It smiled. Not kindly. “Yes… and that choice created him.” The air grew heavier. Theodore stepped beside me, energy rising. “You haven’t answered the question.” The figure’s form flickered again. “I am what watches the watchers.” The hunter stiffened. Even it. For the first time. “Impossible,” it said. The figure’s eyes glowed faintly. “The Observers monitor existence.” A pause. “I monitor them.” Silence crushed the courtyard. A Dangerous Interest