Overwatch Jack Morrison Novels & Stories

Harlow stepped back a few steps, raising his hands to his sides. "Harlow! What’s going on? I heard an explosion." Jack ran toward us in a hurry. When he saw the rifle, he stopped running and nearly slipped. "Oh, shit. He’s carrying a gun." Reflexively, Jack also raised his hands high. Mr. Moris shifted the muzzle of his rifle to point at Jack. I turned to face him and spread my hands to mediate in between. "It’s okay, Mr. Moris. They’re not dangerous. They helped me. Harlow treated my sprained hand, and Jack gave me food. See?" I lifted my right hand, wrapped in a towel.

I knew that dedication was something that werewolves were commonly known for, they were dedicated to their hunt, almost stubborn, and nothing got in their way, so if I did this, he was right, it was probably going to be the riskiest gamble I've ever done. "Game," I picked up three skulls on my arm and started spinning to build speed, "Set," I threw them towards the wall, buying Lucifer's attention as he tried to shoot them all down, "Match," I said, and disappeared back to my own domain, my mind was set on this gamble, it was risky but so was stealing a tank from the US military, so I was sure I'd be fine. I grabbed my Glock 40 and walked over to the pit, to see Jack already there, shooting

Indeed, Jake Morris was very powerful. Be it speed or strength, he had arrived at an extreme level of mastery. However, unfortunately, Tyr Summers was his opponent. Tyr Summers was a psychotic freak! “Too slow!” Tyr Summers snorted lightly. Despite moving at the fastest speed possible to mankind, Jake Morris was described to be too slow by Tyr Summers. Tyr Summers grabbed Jake Morris by his knuckle and twisted it forcefully with the lift of one hand. Crack! Like how Jake Morris broke Hector Ward’s arm before, Jake’s wrist was now cracked in half while parts of his bones became visible.

The Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, the East’s most potent pack leader, was infamous for his ruthlessness and hatred of the impolite. According to legend, he murdered most of his servants, and his reign was marked by bloodshed. Nothing was too much for a man to do to ensure that those around him obeyed his every command. To him, it is preferable to slaughter the weak and bathe in their blood beneath the light of a harvest moon. His wolf was said to be a monster with red eyes that glowed in the dark, watching its victims before tearing them apart.

“ Why would I upset her ? “ said Jack . “ Because sometimes you just say some unreasonable nonsense . “ said Massimo . Jack laughed with a forced smile as he continued to drink whiskey. “ So , what is your problem ? “ asked Luna . “ We just talked about Mel . Rather than talking , she scolded me . “ said Jack . “ She scolded you ? “ asked Massimo surprised . “ Yeah ! She is quite scary when she gets angry . “ said Jack . “ That is true ! “ said Massimo with a serious tone . Jack drank the glass of whiskey till the end then took the bottle and filled the glass again . “ You are drinking rather fast tonight . “ said Massimo . “ I wanna get drunk . Unless I get drunk “ If you wanna get drunk th

He was scanning the Silver Moon ranks, looking for Mila. "He wouldn't bring her here," I said. "He’s too smart." "I know," Dante muttered. "I'm just memorizing faces. So I know who to kill later." Jack, standing behind us, snorted. "Which one is Stratovsky?" I followed his gaze. Standing apart from the Silver Moon pack, leaning against a dead tree, was a man in a military jacket. He was huge—bigger than Uncle Brent. His hair was buzzed short, revealing a network of jagged scars across his scalp and cheeks. He looked bored, picking at his fingernails as if he were waiting for a bus, not a death match.

I answered the call, and before I could say anything, a video appeared, displaying people from my community at the town hall. "Aurora?" A man wearing a black mask was speaking through the old shaman's phone. "I am Jack, and at this moment, I have taken hostages from the Oakhaven community." The phone's video showed Dave on the floor with blood on his legs. Jack brandished his handgun and fired at Dave's legs once more. The sound erupted in the study hall, capturing everyone's attention.

“You look tense.” Jasper’s expression darkened immediately. “What are you doing here?” Morrison ignored the hostility completely. His attention returned to me instead. “You collapsed outside,” he said calmly. “I brought you here.” “Thank you.” Jasper interrupted before I could say a word. “You should leave now,” he added coldly. Morrison finally looked back at him fully. “And why would I do that?” Nobody responded. The room hummed with unspoken tension. “From what I’ve seen tonight,” Morrison said calmly, “you have a habit of throwing away things other men would kill to keep.”

I glared at Commander Walter, giving him a meaningful stare. He sighed and nodded. "Pardon us, Commander Rachelle." He turned at the newly appointed 20th commander, Morris Highgate who just spoke out of nowhere. "Don't stop her. She'll come back in flesh. No need to oppose her, Commander Morris." But Morris just snorted and shook his head but he already stayed silent. I continued attaching the daggers I need with wolfsbane and inserted them into my holster. "Just wait for me to come back here, Commander Morris and you will see that I am more capable than sitting here," I said as I couldn't help but be boastful at him. I turned at General Jose who was silently watching us making arguments. "I

That's the power the Morris hold in Italy after Dante Matthews of course since he literally runs the whole of Italy with his underworld connections all over the world. "How do you know that she was the best cook in the whole Morris legacy since you weren't always alive to taste every one of your great grandmothers' food." I joked. He smiled and put me down on my feet in front of my door. "I just know she was and I don't need to prove it to anyone." he replied, " Can you walk inside without falling on your ass, Sab?" his cheerful mode turned sour all of a sudden which made me frown. "Jackass," I mumbled in my mouth " Are you a bi-polar or something? What happened to your mood all of a sudden?