Overwatch Characters Mercy Novels & Stories

"Walk away, and I’ll show Hudson the hidden scrying-eye you kept in Avery’s ward. He’ll tear your throat out for watching his mate while she slept." Mercer began to shake, trapped between a monster and a god. He realized then that he should have been honest with Avery from the start, but the trap had already snapped shut. Seeing his broken resolve, Charlotte patted his shoulder. "Do as I say, and your kin will live. Once Avery is forgotten, I’ll make you the High Healer for the Elder branch. Bennett is the true successor, after all. Despite Hudson’s temper, he won't strike his own brother. With us, you are safe."

And then I see her. She's tied to a chair, face bruised and battered, but otherwise very much alive. "Get away from her!" I shout at the man towering over her, his hand raised, ready to deliver another blow. "Who the hell are you?" he snarls, turning towards me. I don't hesitate. I pull the trigger and watch as the life drains from his eyes. His body collapses to the floor, and blood pools around his head. Mercy looks up, defiance still strong in her eyes. When she speaks, her sarcastic voice is shaky yet defiant. "Took you long enough."

' I think you should look for her and be her friend , we can't go on like this when all the time you are scolding me " she concludes and stands up to leave . Mercy does not chase after but only looks at her with contempt .she feels this friendship should as well end because , this friend of her is very arrogant and full of herself . She recalls the many times she had to stand for her after she got herself in trouble and let's go . Meanwhile Queen's classmates arrive where mercy is sited . Sjr looks at them and finds out that Queen is missing , she begins to feel anxious . Why am I these concerned about her . she wonders and she feels something is strange . She doesn't know Queen well nor are

" Thank you, my Luna. Thank you so much. I will forever be grateful to you." " There is no need. It is my duty as the Luna of the pack to care for everyone. Rest assured and take care of him." " Thank you." Mercedes moved on and healed everyone who needed healing. Her hand was throbbing in pain. She endured it. It was worth it. Crystal silently followed her and stayed beside her in case anything happened. She knew Mercedes was in pain as she kept clenching her hand and putting on a brave smile, but seeing how determined she was, there was nothing she could say to her. After everyone was alright, Mercedes and Crystal bid goodbye and walked out of the room. Mercedes felt extremely lightheaded.

The Vipers are exactly meant to look like a Viper I didn't expect to be. He hissed before he speaks. "Jonathan Wilson" He knows my character even though I have never encountered him before even once. I raised my chin to gaze at him through the eyes of a serpent. The moment he reveals the shotgun above his claws - it earned my hand to take out the revolver. Before he pointed the gun - I showed mine before him. The Viper tugs the trigger but I slit his throat ere he yanked the trigger in no time. I woke up with blood on my face after huffing my tension from my dream. I'm back.

he suggested. That's when my mission came to my mind again. Damn. Flirt more, Quennie. You will be blown up before the enemies. I distanced myself from him and forced myself to stand straight. I looked for my case and bit my lower lip when I realized I was going to bend down to reach for it. Fvck this fvcking karma. Dela Merced must have seen my doubt so he bent down and waited to take it. “Careful!” I yelled nervously.

And they were trained, well-equipped, and Prepared. They swarmed her, pinning her to the ground. She bucked and twisted, snarling words I couldn't make out. Every muscle in my body screamed to help her, but I could barely lift my head. One of the mercenaries noticed me huddled in the hollow. "Got another one here. Male's in bad shape though. Worth bringing?" The leader crouched down to examine me—a woman with a scar running from her temple to her jaw, eyes like chips of ice. She grabbed my chin, turning my face side to side with clinical detachment.

They were wearing a sigil I hadn't seen in twenty years. A silver oak tree, dripping with blood. Caleb froze. "That's not a hit squad," I whispered. The lead mercenary stopped ten feet away. He didn't fire. He lowered his weapon and took off his helmet. He was a young man, barely twenty, with the same iridescent violet eyes as Caleb. "The First Alpha sends his regards," the boy said. He looked at the babies—the twins—who were now standing at the edge of the smoke, their little hands glowing with that same violet light.

Our eyes met across the blood-soaked floor. She mouthed two words. Thank you. I nodded. Did not need her gratitude. Did not want it. I just needed her alive. Needed her to keep fighting. To keep building this thing we were dying for. Then I saw movement. Behind Maya. Fourth mercenary. Where did he come from? How did I miss him? He was already moving. Blade drawn. Aimed at Maya's exposed back. No time to shout. No time to warn. Just time to move.

I need to remind myself who I’m about to walk into. I open the browser and type his name. Kai Petrova. The first result is a Wikipedia page. I click it. ‘Kai Petrova is an American entrepreneur and designer, founder of Petrova Design Group. In 2020, he was involved in a car accident that resulted in the death of his younger sister, Lily Petrova (14), and left him paralyzed from the waist down. He has since withdrawn from public life.’ There’s a photo at the top. It’s old. From before the accident.