Dark Deception Gold Watchers Romane & Geschichten

For lightning birthed more fire and the bolts that remained danced in unison with the flames that shrouded the Supreme’s figure. Time followed suit, masking each element with its scent and making everything appear slower. The planets closest to the platform felt its sting the most, for Time cruelly robbed them of life, causing these planets to return to an age when there was nothing! And then came darkness. The element which had aided the Supreme in killing so many with effortless ease was the last to make its appearance. And boy did it leave an impression. “Is it getting dark?” Hildegarde was stunned by the influence of the darkness elements. For in this realm belonging to the Watchers, the

“Boss….oh sorry!” “It’s okay Frank, what is it?” She ran a hand over her face, probably trying to stop the redness, but it wasn’t helping. “We have a problem.” Angel walked to the window and looked over her club, quickly spotting the problem. A drug deal was going down, and by the attire the two boys were in, these weren’t her men. Damian watched her eyes as the golden hue of a lover changed to an almost light brown of anger, the boss coming out.

The edges ragged and jagged tears bit into the words. Lloyd peered close, the rips making it a bit harder to read, as well as the uneven script, written by a hand that had been shaking. The sun is bright. But all around us is darkness. I could have all the gold in the world. The hidden locations are wide open. But the cost is crippling. I had much of it tossed over the side. The weeds can conceal it and the drowned men can have use of it. The beast knows I came close to finding some way out. And the consequence was worse. Their souls, my own and the blood of children. It won't be sated until a hundred or maybe more have been slaughtered.

Without needing to say anything else, and Romera holstering her weapon, they leave the underground containment holdings. On the surface, Gardax and Lard wait patiently. The two patrols that walked around the plantation had their throats slit and lay waist on the ground. Their blood drains from their bodies and coats the wheat that grows in their fields. With no one on the plantation other than the crew and the people liberated. The barrier that once provided the illusion of nothing has been taken down. The cubes that made the spell possible are back into Lard’s bag which is hanging tight next to him on the table that he sits on. In one of his hands is a book that he is reading. One is labele

Whispers hinted at a hidden library, a repository of forbidden artifacts and corrupted celestial fragments. The thought of such a library sent a chill down Elara's spine. The guardians' power stemmed from channeling the light imbued within celestial fragments. Their usage of dark magic, a practice strictly forbidden, was considered an abomination. It was said to corrupt both body and soul, leaving one susceptible to the very darkness they sought to combat. Yet, Elara couldn't dismiss the possibility. If the whispers of the Obsidian Watch held any truth, and if this hidden library existed, it could be the source of the growing darkness. But where was it located?

Kris was pulling Solana along, but she kept trying to break free. Solana's resistance ceased when her eyes met mine and noticed the watch on my wrist, held by Allison. Kris also glanced in my direction. "Hi, Alton. What a small world," Kris greeted, sporting a smile that I could tell was forced. After a moment, her gaze fell upon my wrist. "That watch suits you," she commented, her eyes then shifting to Allison. "You have excellent taste," she added. Allison smiled upon hearing the compliment. "Thank you," she replied, and then she turned her attention to Solana.

Colton went through the gold debris and just as he suspected, he found a small black chip hidden inside one of the ornaments of the charm bracelet. “What the hell is that?” Jackson said as he took a step closer. “That’s a tracker,” Levi answered, standing right next to him. Colton scoffed and crushed the tracker with his fist. Then he turned around and grabbed a drink from the wet bar. He may look calm right now, but wasn’t. He was burning with rage and fear. The Rothschild brothers were definitely up to something. “Listen, I need you guys to pull up everything you can on Daniel Rothschild,” he said as he turned around, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand.

I looked at the forest. The gold-skinned man was standing up. His wound was closing. "The Gold gene doesn't die, Ethan," he laughed. "It just adapts." He pointed behind us. The Silver-Oak estate wasn't burning anymore. It was glowing. "The funeral is over," the Ryder child said. "The harvest is here." A thousands gold-skinned wolves stepped out of the trees. Who is the Architect now, and why is Caleb the only one who can see the truth?

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.

Hawk muttered, not taking his eyes away from the wall of screens before him. The room was cold, but the closer Matthew walked to Hawk and all of his computers, the hotter it became. "Where is she?" Matthew asked, looking from screen to screen. Several safe houses were flashing across the monitors above, but the monitors at his eye level were different. "Safe," Hawk said. Several black screens with code and text that Matthew didn't bother trying to decipher had Hawk's attention as he typed away. Only one video feed remained unchanged as all the others rotated, and Matthew narrowed his eyes as he recognized the woman on it.