Hots Overwatch Novels & Stories

He takes off his mask with a loud scream "Do you have a death fucking wish?!" Of course, it’s my enemy. Asher blinks up at me. His hair is short and slicked back with sweat, smelling like expensive poison. Midnight stalkings didn't prepare me for this: Up close, the guy is incredibly hot. FOCUS TORREN! "Get the fuck off me!" Asher thunders, shoving me down onto the ice as he stands, the Venoms and players staring at us with helmets off "Shouldn't you be in a wheelchair?"

Gods. A pair of gryphons soar overhead, their bondeds laughing as they dive through the clouds. Direwolves and their humans moving in perfect sychronizon. One particulary unimpressed frost lynx lounges across a tree branch, glaring down at everyone beneath it like they are personally offending its existence. Further in the distance, Ironclad dragons train with their bondeds, bronze scales glimmering beneath the rising sun. Terrifying, but majestic. For a few silent moments, I simply watch. Because despite all else, I still love them. I always have, even though Aetherion Academy was not supposed to be my future.

Driving down a long stretch of darkness, a sign, “Hollows Way 10 miles.” “Thank God,” she said turning the radio up. It'd be another half an hour of driving. Then a small hike up to the peak. Slowing the car down to a stop, she locked her car before wandering up the hidden path into the opening that led to her Tribe. She felt at peace walking through the entangled branches, carefully stepping over a branch, she caught her hand on a sharp piece of tree, ripping a good size cut into her hand. “Ow,” she whined looking at her hand. “Great, now I know I'm crazy.”

The barrels of his rotary heavy machine gun were already spinning, shedding water droplets like a halo. "I have overwatch on the central plaza," Kara chimed in. Her rogue avatar was perched atop a rusted crane a block away. "Ren... the mob density is insane. My HUD is painting over four hundred hostile signatures clustered in the shipping yard. But their behavioral pathing is... weird." Ren unslung the M-99 Archangel from his shoulder. He engaged the magnetic bipod, locking it onto the rusted railing of the fire escape, and peered through the high-powered thermal scope.