Overwatch Jack Morrison Novels & Stories

“Where oh where could little Milo be?” “He had nothing to do with it,” Lucius chokes out. “It’s been five days and he hasn’t reached out,” Jasper says. “Oh, right, you and he thought I would be on your side. Yeah, sorry, I enjoy getting laid.” Lucius whimpers. Jasper was their last hope. But Mora is the real Alpha. “Plus, you know I have always felt killing for the sake of killing was just unsportsman like.” “Traitor,” Lucius chokes out.

He planned to suppress X with firepower. X was not nervous at all. He just had to find a way to hold them back because the God of War was on his way. Once he arrived, this matter would solve itself. Not one of Morris’ men could walk out of here alive. Morris checked the wound on his arm as he listened to the gunshots outside. Then he looked at Edmund further away and saw that he was barely alive. He was still unhappy with being interrupted because he wanted to kill Edmund with his own hands.

"Help? After everything that's happened, you think you can just waltz in here and—" "Dad," Jack cut in, his voice low but steady. "Let's hear him out." Morris nodded to Jack, showing his gratitude to him, before turning to address the room. "I guess I must be the last person any of you would expect to see right now, but I have been doing a lot of thinking lately—soul searching. I must tell you now that finally, through this journey, I find that I too have a part to play in all this mess. I want to make it right."

We were on our way to search for Nowo when we suddenly encountered a familiar person heading in our direction. The atmosphere turned really different the moment he got near us. "Long time no see, Moha." He greeted me with a smirk on his lips. I can see him wearing armor while carrying a spear. Maybe he's on his way to his training. His name is Jack, one of the highest-ranked people in Hope of Astria. He is in the second rank position, with Arphen as the highest. I nodded my head and said, "Yeah. Long time no see Jack."

"I get it, I'm not going to talk about it anymore." Jack ignored that man and walked away from that place with a gun in his hand, he was suspicious of all foreigners and person who came to this mission. He knew that there could be a traitor, as it happened to him in the city of moles, so he was a little cautious. The only people he had any confidence in were Jade and the men coming from the mole city. I wanted to kill Oscar for what he tried to do to the Lycan girl. I just wanted the mission to end, so I could eliminate him.

" Tensed?" She asks and I just softly smile at her. Moving my head in a no. Looking around at everyone. Dan was busy ordering the hunters, making them ready. While Volkan took care of the werewolves with Jason. They were competent. I don't need to worry. But in their hearts. Everyone knew, it's Thaneos one look and they all can land dead in seconds. He controls minds. He was fuc*ing undefeated. Ignoring the negative thoughts. I look back at her to ask about the girl.

I made a snide comment. "We don't need to use any torture methods on you; we've already acquired a means to contact him. Did Jack mention Dr. Mark Bowen by any chance?" My face was probably as white as a sheet because Ezra grinned. "Jack is smart, I'll give him that much but he's also a human being like anyone of us and humans are bound to get exhausted when they reach their limits. In Jack's case, there was a minor slip up. He contacted Bowen in an emergency and the number lit up like a Christmas tree. That's all we needed."

“Kill me already.” Jack’s weathered face twisted with hatred. “Stop wasting your time finding Kiera. I’m going to kill her with my own hands.” “Jack.” Elder Morrigan’s voice cut through the tension. “Go outside and wait. If I need anything, though I doubt I will, I’ll call you.” Jack looked at us one last time, that smirk still plastered on his face, then walked out. The door closed behind him with finality.

The Ascended merely staggered, shook their heads, and kept charging, firing their assault rifles wildly at the base. "They don't feel pain!" Jack swore. He stood on the outer wall in his heavy Mark V Exoskeleton, winding up the rotary cannon. BRRRRRRRT. A storm of depleted uranium shells tore through the red robes, turning the snow into a horrific slurry of crimson and glowing blue.

"Your marriage is worthless! Don't pretend you're some saint. Sure, I forced myself on her at first, but she enjoyed it—unlike you, who needs meds just to last five minutes. Which woman would want a silver-plated dud like you?" The words stung like acid. Not only Geronimo, but even his team hesitated. After all, a wolf pack follows its leader—if the alpha is weak, morale collapses. Exactly what Jack wanted. In past fights, he'd always use this tactic: demoralize the enemy with words first, then strike. When it came to a group brawl, crushing morale could tilt the balance completely. "Go! Kill them! Tomorrow, I'll take you all out of this hellhole!" Jack bellowed, sensing the tide turning. "W