Overwatch Jack Morrison Novels & Stories

“It’s yours.” Roger’s head swings my way. It’s either wisdom or shock that keeps his mouth closed. Not that I need to hear what he’s thinking. This is my call. This is my family. My well-deserved vengeance. “Now. Can we proceed?” “Be my guest.” He steps aside, wearing a victorious smile, and I move forward into the brightly lit space. Instead of a massacre involving my men and my ex-wife, it’s the sight of a prone Jack Moroni that catches my eye. He’s curled on his side, hands bound behind his back, ankles bound, and a gag in his mouth. Sweat coats his skin and soaks through his suit. The blood spattered on his jacket most likely came from the dead man lying a few feet away. He’s not the onl

I once saw him tear the head of a guy who was harassing a human girl, he was much younger and better looking back then but I’m pretty sure his attitude hasn’t changed. I perch down between two buildings across the street, a weathered road sign, pushed to the side giving me perfect cover. The sign warns people to be on the look out for potholes, a warning sign for patches of actual tarmac would make a lot more sense if you ask me, I think to myself while suppressing a snort, man I crack myself up sometimes. I’ve got a clear view of the building and whoever comes and goes when a burst of energy suddenly sizzles in the air. I’ll be damned! That’s Jack fck’n Morrison, I thought he was dead! I se

"That's not going to happen either. Dwight, here's how this is going to play out. You're going to take the 200,000 naira I'm willing to wire you now because I'm not in a foul mood and you're going to walk out of here and never look back. If you don't, this will be the last day you see the sun and I'm going to make sure of it. You know me, I don't bluff and you also know that my influence has no limits. And if you don't get out of here in the next five minutes, the offer is no longer on the table." Randy seemed to contemplate his options. He had seen firsthand how ruthless Jack could be and he knew just how far his reach was. But then he got mad. He was the one with the gun pointed at a girl'

Hoyt said with a shaking voice. Gavin looked solemn after he heard that. He pondered for a moment and said, "It doesn't matter if he's a God of War. Since he's able to kill a Fourth Order War King like Diego and a top Third Order War King like John, then Liam's ability is not to be taken lightly. We can't cross a man like him no matter what." Upon saying that, Gavin looked at the subservient Jack who was standing next to him, and he felt his anger surging within him. He looked at Jack with a frosty look. Then, he got up and slapped Jack across his face angrily.

Except the thing sitting in the east wing on the floor with his back against the wall and his knees drawn up and his eyes that saw things they had no business seeing. I opened a new page in the file. Wrote three questions at the top. Why does Castellano want Jack alive. What did Daniel Harris owe the Castellano family. What does Edmond Voss want with the son. I stared at the questions. Then I wrote a fourth one underneath. What does Jack already know that he hasn't told me. I looked at that last question for a long time. Jack had paper under his mattress. He had information on Morrow. He had read formation tactics from a security camera feed and relocated himself before a trained operative r

Five minutes later, a modified heavy-duty off-road vehicle burst through the gates of the Vanguard Base. In the back seat, I held tightly onto Jude Spencer, the young boy with awakening spatial abilities. His body was burning hot, the space around him visibly warping. Sweat drenched my forehead. "Stay with me. Don’t fall asleep." I steadied him while constructing an extremely complex spatial stabilization model in my mind. Outside, the roar of zombies was deafening. Several fast-moving Lickers leapt onto the roof, their claws tearing into the metal. Commander Morris let out a cold snort. Extending one hand out the window, he formed a spear of violet lightning and obliterated the creatures on

The look in his eyes is everything that lacks kindness or patience. I try to wrangle my hands from his grip but it is tighter than the firmness of his lips. Have you had your fun? He asks. I look around and I see that everyone is watching. He is the Lycan Jack, the General of the community and the best wolf at that, who would stand up against him even if he were wrong. I put my head down when I see that everything is sabotaged against me. There is nothing I would say right now that will make me in a better light.

My body stiffened in shock and disgust. “Morgan, stop!” I sobbed, but he did not. He slid a finger inside me, and I froze. When he pulled his hand back, he sniffed his finger and then licked it, his eyes burning with something dark, something I have never seen in him before.. He leaned forward, placing his lips against my ear. “I may have forgiven you when you fucked your little toy,” he said, his breath hot against my ears. “But God help me, Marrissa, if Jack so much as touches you, I’ll kill him, kill you, and then kill myself.”

I thought, but realized I couldn’t even open the door, Jack had locked it behind him. It was getting darker outside and the moon had risen, the silver streams of light shone through the indestructible window. Jack would be coming back for me, I knew it. I got up and began searching the room for anything I could as a weapon, and tried to mind-link Jasper or anyone again, but I was still blocked and I couldn’t figure out why. ‘The box had silver, that’s why I am too weak’ Mora’s voice filled my head. There was nothing here to defend myself with, unless I could kill Jack with a stuffed toy. I thought about breaking the crib and using the wood to stab him with it, but that wouldn’t do anything t

“Tell me who you are exactly… Please…” “I am Colum Toiba, the son of the late minister Toiba.” Morrigan’s lips quivered as her knees turned to jelly. Her body crashed on the cold marble floor of the ballroom, but the sword of the man in front of her never left her neck. “You are Colum Toiba…” She said in an almost hushed voice, she started to shake her head frantically as tears streamed down her face non-stop. Colfre looked at the guards in front of him. “Dismiss everyone in the room, the celebration is over.” He said with a roaring authoritative voice. The guards started to push the crowd out of the large double doors. But Morrigan remained there, slumped on the floor, muttering things unde