Watchmen Novels & Stories

The man frowned. "Why?" "Because tomorrow..." "...the courtroom will do more damage than bullets ever could." He ended the transmission. The watcher disappeared into the Manhattan crowd. Unseen. Waiting. For the first move

Anaya yelled, her eyes locked on the dark silhouette of Christ Church looming at the far end of the square. Vikram reached into his leather satchel, his fingers brushing past the cold glass of the vial before gripping the shattered silver pocket watch they had pulled from the underground vault. The metal casing was burning hot now, the internal friction of its forced counter-rotation melting the intricate brass gears within. He raised the watch toward the advancing line of shadow entities and slammed his thumb down on the master winding crown.

Dr. Mitchell Blake was a small, wiry man in his mid-fifties who looked like a perfectly normal man. Had I not known that he was one of Noah’s pack, I’d never have guessed it. Then, I never would have thought Noah to be a werewolf either. The good doctor’s appearance helped to lessen the trauma that I experienced at having to expose myself to a stranger for an intimate examination. His mild mannered politeness also didn’t hurt.

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”

“Strange coincidence that as soon as Sacha leaves he became agitated and went on a cleansing of the city. He started with the jail. Then worked his way above ground.” “You did nothing to stop it?” “I have not been able to speak to Guardian Asher for years. I am trying but he doesn’t listen to me at all. I cannot direct him.” “The Artifact Marina. Why are you not using it.” “I am, he is not responding to it. If I had more time I could calm him with the artifact but we have a special engagement tomorrow and Lord Cedral cannot have any more incidents. In the past 2 nights Guardian Asher has killed 2 soldiers and 3 ordinary men. I am running out of time.”

I coughed but went rigid underneath the steel toe black marauder boots. "You should have stayed out of this. You had no business interfering Shields. Do you know how high and how far this will go? It doesn't stop with me and that is why I've gotta take the opportunity to end you." I laughed. This was my maze on my premises, I'd be buried here one day but not murdered. "You don't get it do you?" I retorted and begin unraveling truths for him. "Someone from high in the chain told me to get you and them and to deal with the infestation. You guys are like crumb snatching roaches."

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Chapter 52: Wardens of the Dawn The world beyond the ruined city was bathed in an eerie glow. The once vibrant blue sky was now marred by countless purple orbs, each a pulsating reminder of the encroaching darkness. Liam and Xal'dar stood side by side, their bodies humming with the residual energy of their transformation. They were no longer just men; they were wardens, guardians of a world on the brink. The Guardian, a colossal figure shrouded in mist, turned towards them. "Your journey has just begun," its voice rumbled. "The corruption spreads like wildfire. You must find a way to cleanse the world of its influence."

I shout and they both snap their heads toward me as I jump to my feet. "Katie!" Zack raises his hand. "Stay back!" I freeze in place as his attention goes back to the Watchman. "You must take another crystal," Zack says to him. And then I see it. The Watchman's cloak is ripped to shreds, completely covered in blood, a mist of steam billowing from several deep gashes on his back. The Watchman nods, glancing over at me, his eyes glowing that bizarre reddish hue as they shift back to Zack.

) She bit down hard as she's flung aside. "Geeehh!" She hits her back hard on a tree and shouts, another memory floods her mind. FLASHBACK An 11 year old Clara was facing a bald man with an orange beard, his eyes were serious and he had an eternal frown on. "You'll be stay with me in new dawn city from now on" the man told her. "Yes daddy" the young girl answered with a sad tone. "Today will mark your first day as a Shepard, from now you're a protector of man no room for mistakes" Joseph spoke out