Hots Overwatch Novels & Stories

Two heavy, mounted fifty-caliber machine guns pointed down the eastern trail, unmanned for now as the crew boiled rations over small, smokeless stoves. I lay flat on the damp moss beside Ronan, my sidearm drawn, LUS projecting a brilliant golden HUD across my field of vision. [TACTICAL MATRIX: ACTIVE.] [HOSTILE TARGETS: 20/20 LOCATED.] [TARGET OVERWATCH: DUTCH / TERRA READY.] [DEMOLITION VECTOR: TRISTAN READY.] "Tristan," I whispered into my collar mic, my voice barely carrying over the rushing water below. "Execute." BOOM-CRACK!

I sent Slater the same text I sent Camden earlier, so he knows I’m putting on a show. “Ay, that sucks, hombre. Did you just get engaged last month?” Slater asks, playing along. “Yeah,” I sniff, pretending to wipe my eyes, which are currently watering because of my allergies. I look like I’ve been crying thanks to my bloodshot, itchy eyes. I am so stopped up. It’s about time for my shots again. The server brings him drinks, which she sets down in the middle of the table. They are rainbow shots. Slater leans over the table, so we follow suit. “Axe is watching, so this needs to get legit quick. You good?”

They are taking the rookie team easy. “ that champ is pretty annoying when it comes to clash.” Christian said sipping his chocolate drink. “ yeah, we had a fight against that when we are in Korea, we could have won if it's not for that Orianna.” Carl seconded. “ even my heal cannot take her damage,” Xander says shaking his head. " her ult unleash a shockwave around itself, dealing magic damage to all nearby enemies, stunning them for 0.75 seconds, that was enough time to get killed haha," Christian said munching his food.

📌Omega's Onslaught An attack, a rejection, a reclaim After surviving the rogue's attack near Paphos, Cyprus, Zack Adamos realized that he has an older brother that was the Gamma of Shadow Pack. He was instantly accepted for his place in the pack as their Omega for his skills with herbs until he was trusted to be an acting Beta. What's worse, it would seem that his true mate, Sam, was rejecting him as well that made Zack went into hiding.

To avoid getting killed by molotovs, grenades, missiles, the trophy system prevents that from happening. “Dalawa objective, dalawa slayer, isa anchor?” tanong niya nang magsimula ang game. “Slayer ako!” Sigaw niya at mabilis na tumakbo papunta sa unang hardpoint para pigilan ang kalaban na makapasok. “Hoy, tumapak kayo!” sigaw ni Oliver. “Masyadong magaling si Xhyro! Nakabantay sa taas, hindi makapasok sa hardpoint!”

She dropped the doorstop with the grace of someone who’d dropped worse things. Luke’s ute idled two streets over. He watched a school zone light blink obediently to life and filed the data point somewhere he’d use later. Ty’s voice ran in everyone’s ear, calm as blue light. “Heartbeat check.” “Overwatch,” Lisa said. “Up.” “Netting,” Ty said. “Up.” “Whisper,” Don said. “Up. Our friend with the expensive pen just texted a number that doesn’t exist.” “Foxtrot,” Will said. “Up. Ambos on the corridor listening for a drill that isn’t.”

Gray asks him, as we all take in the wreckage that was our camp. Strips of cloth and bent and broken metal, that just a few hours ago were tents, lay in tatters, skewered all over the ground. Tons of blood stains the dark brown forest floor. Torn pieces of bloodied flesh scattered across our campsite. I can’t help the sigh that escapes my lips. Luckily, nobody is paying any attention to me. “They’ll be okay,” Bo answers, his blue eyes dark with the reality of our current situation. “I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.”

It was a notification. “Pstar7 just added to their story.” Excited, I clicked on the post—it was a mirror picture of Pstar7 but his face was covered. He’s so tall and looking at his frame, he’s probably handsome too. As I stared at the picture even more, my eyes suddenly caught sight of something under the shirt he was wearing. It was clear and concise and I wasn’t mistaken. It was Fox Lane High’s School Logo. There was no way I wouldn’t recognize the curve of the ‘f’ despite the picture being blur. Suddenly my phone went blank and the screen read, “Picture not available.”

Jayda had the most horrible look on her face when she took the first shot but she got comfortable with the taste by the time she took her third shot. ...................... After a very long day at work, having one meeting to the other and reviewing contracts with his lawyer, Sebastian Miller walked into Club 232. The most popular and expensive club in Miami. Everyone who works in the club knew him as a regular VIP customer. He showed up on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays to have some drinks and find a girl to fuck. Sebastian is cold, ruthless and heartless. He has absolutely no respect for anyone, especially the female figure. He doesn’t believe in love and neither does he believe in anyth

Their hands gripped weapons with dark, poisoned blades—the same deadly poison that had hurt my dad! That poison could take down a werewolf, eating away at every vein and nerve, making them weaker and weaker until... It was the worst way I could think of to go. Things happened so fast. They aimed for my weak spots, and no matter how hard I had trained in the past, I could not take on so many opponents at once. "Thorne!" I yelled, my voice almost breaking. He whipped his head around and started to come over, but Isolde clung to him.