Novel & Cerita Watchers

Like it breathed. Logan’s voice broke the silence. “They’re here.” We turned. Figures stepped from the tree line. Not wolves. Not witches. Not human. They shimmered like heatwaves, their outlines flickering as if they didn’t belong to this realm. Logan didn’t move. Neither did Ember. “These are the Watchers,” Ember said. “The ones who witness when bloodlines shift. They’ve come to see her.” Lilly trembled beside me. I held her tighter.

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.

After saying that, there was a wistful look on her face. “The Watchers’ objective is to monitor all humans and living beings in the Primordial Realm. The moment a powerful figure that could pose a threat to them emerges, he or she would be immediately eradicated. Throughout history, there have been countless prodigies that have been annihilated by them.

"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