Overwatch Characters Mercy Novels & Stories

Underneath: metal stairs descending into darkness. Aiden stared. “Cool.” The adults ignored him completely. “Go,” Alex ordered. Zara climbed down first with Aiden. Reyes followed backward, gun raised toward the kitchen entrance. Mercer struggled to stand, pale from blood loss. Alicia looked at him coldly. “Why should we help you?” Mercer met her eyes. “Because if they capture me alive, they’ll know exactly how much I told you.” “And?” “And then your daughter dies before sunrise.”

I noted. ​"He did," Marcus confirmed. "He plays the ruthless mercenary, but he takes care of the men who bleed for him. It's a rare trait in a Warlord." ​Because she's not a Warlord, I thought, the phantom thread in my chest pulling taut. She's an Omega who knows what it feels like to be abandoned by her pack. ​"General Vesh!" I called out, my voice carrying over the clash of shields. ​The Warlord paused, turning the terrifying visor toward me. The entire yard fell silent. Two hundred Blackwood wolves and five hundred Legionnaires snapped to attention, waiting to see if their Alpha and their General were about to tear each other apart.

The heavy silence in the decontamination airlock was shattered only by the relentless hum of the Acheron's atmospheric scrubbers. The Vanguard Commander stood perfectly still, a monolithic figure in vantablack armor, analyzing the raw desperation radiating from Dante and Elara. His polarized visor reflected their battered forms: Dante, bruised and defiant, wielding a crude titanium wrench like a broadsword; and Elara, shivering yet resolute, her thumb resting millimeters from the data drive’s biometric kill-switch. The four mercenaries flanking the Commander kept their suppressed submachine guns leveled, the crimson laser sights forming a constellation of lethal intent across Dante’s chest.

My handsome features were gone, replaced by the rugged, lethal mask of a survivor who had looked into the abyss and refused to blink. Below my dais, three thousand mercenaries stood in tightly packed columns, their heavy iron armor clanking in the dim light of the sulfur braziers. They were the dregs of Oakhaven—feral Alphas, lawless rogues, and discarded enforcers who knew nothing but the rule of the sword. They didn't fight for ancient bloodlines or the decree of the High Council. They fought for me because I was the only predator vicious enough to break them.

I started tapping my finger against the table, signaling my impatience with this whole meeting! “Alpha Riftan… I do believe there is something you would want in return.” Mercy…. Of course, she had to be the knight in shining armor. “And what could I possibly want from you?” I thinned my eyes at her. A sinuous smile formed on her face, and she erupted from her chair with an extra suave in her moves. She had body a body of models, perfect and beautiful, yet she had to go ahead and destroy it with a bunch of plastic surgery. And that only made her look like a disfigured barbie!

Flashback on a day before we captured a wrong girl thinking that she was Diana, we was outside in the thunderstorm, shivering under a dripping tarp, and she wasn’t there just me and my second we suffered that outside of no where just because we wanted to capture Diana for her . Rain soaked through my coat by dawn, and my teeth were chattering when I finally crawled back inside. But Mercy didn’t care. She only cared about Diana, her twisted vendetta, her need to control everything…even the loyalty of those she crushed beneath her stilettos. I wiped mud from my boots and checked my car’s tires….anything to distract myself from that everything that have happened , wicked smile she’d worn when s

And we’re underground. Wrath stands outside the bars. He hasn’t left since Draven gave the order. Chain them. Or she walks. He chained us. He didn’t lock it. The key is in his boot. His jaw is locked too, grinding on duty versus loyalty, and I don’t envy him the math. “Mother,” he says. Low. Just for me. “You hear that?” I do. Boots. Multiple sets. Fast. Not Alpha tread. Mercy rounds the corner with six wolves. Her broken wrist is in a brace, her other hand holds a D.C. sedation kit. Black fluid. Military grade. The kind they use on ferals they can’t kill clean.

“We're done here, let's go check on the patient, call your girl up, find out how far she is, Venus needs to get an I.V up.” Mercy washes up her hands while she talks to me and I pull on my cut and rip the rest of my sleeve from my arm off. Mercy used to be a nurse for the military before she decided her life belonged in the field, not caring for the injured. She became our eyes and ears, got a shit straw of luck when her in-tel got her sister and team dead. Now she hides her pain and hurt behind her nosy ways and optimistic but lethal attitude toward life. She is one of the few of us in the club that has retired from the special ops. And maybe the only one who didn't let that life alter the

I didn't want them to come in with fangs barred. A dark brown wolf breaks the tree line first and heads straight to me, circling me before taking a defensive position beside me. Two more enter, both of these gray, moving to the body and letting out a soft whimper. Finally Beta Ander comes walking forward, a clear pissed off look on his face. "Omega Elesi." Anders approaches me, looking me over. "Are you hurt?" "No. I just found the body. I was just out for a walk." I respond to him politely, looking rather sullen. "Is he one of ours?"

I saw that there were only two demons in front of Mercy and sent a wave of my energy finishing them off. Mercy looked at me, and I called out to her. “Destroy the boxes, Mercy!” She nodded at me before heading towards the stack of boxes which contained the drugs that could even affect the Gods. She was the perfect one for the task of destroying the boxes since she could check for any magical traps around them. Then she could burn them, destroying it forever since from the information we got these were the only stock of the drugs in existence so far. As Mercy reached near the boxes and started walking around it while muttering spells, I turned back to the demons in front of me. I slashed arou