Overwatch Characters Mercy Novels & Stories

“Mercy gets immunity. But we still need her to finish the project. Without those drones, you won’t have a chance against Reyes.” I feel a surge of anger at the mention of Mercy’s involvement, the idea of her being pulled back into this world that has already taken so much from her. But as much as I hate to admit it, I know that he’s right. We’re running out of time. Without those drones, we may never find Luciano. “One week,” I finally say, my voice hard. “You have her for one more week. And if either of you so much as breathes a word to her about anything outside the project, I don’t give a damn if you’re CIA. You’ll answer to me. Understood?”

If anybody ever stands in my way then I'll cut them off, I don't care who it is. Bohden lifted her veil and I finally got to see her face. I was shocked. She was a famous celebrity, Avyanna Lark! She is very talented, I'm actually a big fan of hers compared to the rest of those stupid humans. But when it comes to something that I love…I draw a line. Even if she used to amuse me with her acting she still can't change my mind, I'm going to kill her and that's final. I hated everything about her now, especially the way Bohden looked at her. I hated that so much, I was jealous! He never looked at me with such emotions before, I envied her. Bohden treated her like she was the only thing that he c

Even though I'm on a mission, I'm enjoying my time here, the environment is cool with lots of fresh breeze, unlike the air we breathe in the overpopulated city. Mercy's younger brother is so cute, with his round big brown eyes, caramel skin complexion, brush cut, and still developing skinny body, yet he's very tall. He is so sweet and overprotective towards his gullible elder sister, don't get me wrong my friend is kind and sweet too naive for her own good, she gets manipulated easily because of her gullibility.

It fuses to my skin and melts into my flesh like some monstrous tattoo. A shadow fell across my face, mercifully injecting me with a substance that eased the pain. Then my eyes opened. “Welcome back, Nova.” Dr. Mercer's voice spread into my ears as he tapped a syringe. The liquid inside glowed violet—the same unnatural colour I'd seen in the Mercer's gunmen’ eyes during the forest ambush. Behind him stood someone who made my heart stop. Kieran’s stood hidden behind the scene. He was younger, slimmer, and dressed in a Mercer lab coat. He held a scalpel and stared at me like I meant nothing to him.

His large hands encircled her delicate neck and she started to struggle, Nikolas wondered how much force would be needed to snap it. Killing her would be too easy, it would be such a waste, he thought with a sneer. The moment he loosened his grip, her sobs and pleas came, She was asking for mercy. And none would he give. Again Nikolas felt that surge of adrenaline pumping hard through his veins, the feeling was very exciting, and he decided he would have enough time to toy with her until he was satisfied. As he ripped off the blindfold, he could see the shock in her eyes shortly followed by a flare of recognition.

In the Boss's world that was the ultimate betrayal but Phantom had been too priceless to lose so he kept him on the team and he did not regret it. Until that last assignment that had sent him over the edge. "I need a new start." The Boss nodded his understanding. "We all do. There is no redemption for men like us up there," he pointed skyward. "We make our redemption here on earth." He puffed his cigar again. "I didn't know what to expect when I met you again but I can tell you you were not supposed to leave this ship alive. But you have a good reason. I'll keep you alive so you can find your redemption."

"Mommy… those uncles are scared of me. I can smell the shaky-smell on the relay. If they don't want me, I can make them want me. I can make the quiet uncles go away." "No, Leo. Not yet." A notification chimed on the tactical display—a secondary breach. A remote Mercy pack in the Eastern hills was being overrun. The feed was grainy, but I could see the silver-gray mist coiling through their dens, turning warriors into clicking, mechanical puppets. "They're too far for Silas's vanguard to reach," Ryan murmured, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the terminal. Leo stood up, stepping out of my arms. He moved with a predatory grace that didn't belong to a child. He looked at the screen, his amb

Then he stopped himself, because he knew exactly what it would cost him to push any further, and he didn’t like the answer. A quiet exhale left his nose as his pride held on for one last second, then finally cracked under the pressure. “Sorry,” he spat, no trace of regret in it. [Keep pushing me, Scars. See what happens. Just one word from me and Xavia is gone for good. Let’s see you play king when you are completely broken.] Xavia? Who the hell was that? Mercer had never mentioned that name before, and there was nothing about her in the file I’d read on Scars. But one thing was clear. She meant something to him.

“Like I said, I’m not here to fight. I only want to understand why.” Mercy’s lips quivered as tears rolled down her cheeks. “I did it to get your attention,” she said quietly. Ken froze for a moment, confused by her words. “You did it to get my attention?” He shook his head slowly. “What, Mercy? Before now, have I ever owed you anything? Do you even know how much I invested in this? You just woke up one day and decided to ruin everything?” Mercy broke down completely, sobbing uncontrollably. “I allowed my emotions to take over me,” she cried. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just wanted you to notice me.”

Shadow flared afterward, brief and controlled, and the he-wolf collapsed screaming, blind and bleeding. She didn’t look back, and I was impressed by that. Mercy slows killers. I tracked her movement across the battlefield, my mind stripping emotion from every observation. Speed: Extreme. Endurance: Abnormal. Control: Inconsistent, but improving rapidly under pressure. Killing threshold: Low. She hesitates before nothing. She wasn’t choosing brutality. She simply wasn’t resisting it anymore. And that… that was dangerous. Afterwards, she carved a path through Gregon’s Corrupters like a plague they hadn’t prepared for. They tried to swarm her— three, four at once, but they underestimated someth