Watchmen Novels & Stories

The air shimmered with heat, and floating above the fire, suspended by threads of light— A figure.Not Clara.Hale.But he was… wrong.His body hung in the air like a marionette, arms slack, eyes open but blank. His chest rose and fell—barely. His essence flickered like a candle fighting the wind.Still alive.But bound.“Don’t touch him,” a voice said, smooth and cold.I turned.A woman stood at the far edge of the chamber. Not Aether born. Not wolf. Something between. She was clad in silver robes threaded with runes I couldn’t read, her hair white as bone, her eyes lit with the same fire that pulsed in the walls.“You’re not supposed to be here,” she said.“Said the ghost in a tomb,” I replied, takin

Aria moved into place behind him, heart pounding. From the treeline emerged two figures. One was Eira. The other… wasn’t anyone they knew. A man cloaked in gray, face hidden beneath a hood, but something about him reeked of old power. Not wolf. Not human. Something between. He carried no weapons. But Aria’s instincts screamed. Kael tensed beside her. Eira raised her hand. “He is a Watcher,” she said. “He comes with warning.” The man stepped forward and spoke in a voice like rustling leaves and distant thunder.

Rival’s POV The stink of blood still clung to my hands, no matter how many times I washed them. The watcher was rotting under a pile of garbage somewhere in Chinatown, and still I could feel the phantom weight of his body pinned beneath my blade. Base Two is always watching. His last words gnawed at me like rats on bone. Thomas slammed a map of the city down on the motel table, flattening it with his palm. “We can’t just sit here and wait for the next one to show up. You know that, right?”

As if listening to something only it could hear. Then it spoke, a voice like stone grinding against time: “She is already here.” Morwen was angry. “Who?” The Watcher didn’t answer. It simply turned and walked away towards the surface. Morwen screamed in pain. “No! You answer to us, not to anyone else!” The Watcher paused and looked back.And for the first time, Morwen saw it,not as a weapon, but as a mirror. And in its eyes, she saw her own lies reflected back at her.

A single wrong turn at her father’s high society gala plunges Anna Mandell into a world of deadly secrets. Exposed to a dangerous underground syndicate, her life is marked with a ruthless bounty, forcing her father, powerful elite Clifford Mandell, to take extreme measures. Enter Klaus Dominic: a dangerously cold, lethal lethal security contractor whose brutal efficiency makes him feared by allies and enemies alike. Confined to a high security lockup, Anna resents the suffocating surveillance, yet she cannot ignore the dark, intoxicating draw of the man assigned to keep her alive. While Klaus unleashes terrifying violence against those who hunt her, his touch with Anna is unnervingly gentle

He came at last she whisper Who came Your father, he will protect you at all cost But he didn't protect you I answered her Her face change, he is still trying to protect me till today Her whole body start to fade Who's my father He will come for you, just hold still The door open " you have to follow me this instant to the safe house How's it going There are immortal, we can't fight or kill them Is Ahmon okay Yes, I took a thick sweater putting it on Arles went to the side of ahmon bed What are you looking for I ask He press a button, the wall started arranging itself

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.

Pumunta sa una ang lalaki at yumuko. Hellios handed the Director a dagger and made a small cut on the guy's neck. Eli winced a bit. The Director took out a vial containing the blood from Eli's neck. “Welcome to the Legion, Lie, Manslayer 110.” He did the same thing on the next one. “Atticus Hart. Welcome to the Legion, Rhodes, Manslayer 111. Marcelina Farren, we welcome you to the Legion, Vixen, Manslayer 112.”

I feel my heart thundering berserkly in my chest at the memory of her face morphing and twisting in fury, the baby blue turned blood-red eyes, and the sinister expression that told me she was ready to killl in a blink of an eye. "Vampire." Hunter blurts. Again, as if he knows exactly what's running in my head every damn minute, in every fucking second. And he's not even looking at me! How on earth does he do that? "Scarlet Tate is the only hybrid werewolf in the Wintermist Pack. She's the Alpha's daughter, so you better not underestimate her or you'll be dead before graduation." He warns. I look up and stare at his devilishly handsome face, his amber eyes cold and serious.

Four aged figures who are the Elders of the Black Wolf Pack appear to sit around a round table in a room. Similarly, Aryadi and Linda, as well as Alvaro as the leader of the pack. One of the Elders, wearing a brown coat and sitting in a wheelchair, cleared his throat. The elderly man named Magen glanced at Aryadi and Linda. Magen looked at Alvaro sharply. “Alvaro, you surely understand that Hugo wouldn't know about this base if he himself went around sniffing the grass under his feet.”