Overwatch Morrison Novels & Stories

Morrison Alpha shifted uncomfortably but said nothing. "And yesterday," Aiden continued, his voice hardening, "Thomas Morrison led a coordinated attack on Silvercrest territory. He breached our borders with six Morrison Pack wolves, attacked our patrol stations, injured multiple guards, and attempted to force entry into the home where Mandy Foster was sheltering. This attack occurred in front of multiple witnesses including myself and Luna Sera." "We have video evidence," Luna Sera added, standing. "Security footage showing Thomas Morrison directing other wolves to break down the door to Tyler and Mandy's apartment while explicitly stating his intention to 'take what's mine.'"

His fur was dark as midnight, his eyes glowed red, and power radiated from him in visible waves. Alpha Morrison. The genocidal maniac who'd started this whole mess. He'd been in hiding, but apparently he'd decided to make an appearance. "Silver Luna," his voice echoed in my mind, cold and hateful. "I've been waiting for this." "Stand aside or die," I warned. "Oh, I'll die. Eventually. But not before I complete my mission." His eyes fixed on my stomach. "That abomination dies with me." He charged. I'd fought powerful wolves before. Catherine. The Council Champions. Even Kieran Nightshade. But Morrison was different. He wasn't just strong—he was enhanced. Dark magic flowed through him, the sam

In her place was someone who’d learned to fight, who understood that sometimes survival meant violence. The battle outside got worse. I could see through windows—Vultures on bikes, some on foot, coordinating attacks on multiple entry points. Serpents were holding them off, but barely. The Vultures had come prepared for war. Then I saw him. Iron Mike Morrison himself, directing the assault from behind an overturned car. The man who’d killed Elena Hart. Who’d covered his tracks for fifteen years. Who’d finally been exposed and now had nothing left to lose. “Morrison’s here,” I said into the radio. “Southeast corner, behind the black sedan.”

I barked without looking away from Moris’s terrified eyes. Grey pulled a tablet from his jacket and laid it on the table. A recording began to play, Morris’s voice, clear and unmistakable, speaking to a contact in the city. 'Drake is very strong, he has no weak point, but you could try getting the girl and use her as a bait.' The silence that followed was heavier than the mountain above us. Morris stopped struggling. His body went limp, the realization of his death finally settling into his bones. “You sold your own blood, Moris. For what? What glitters enough to blind you to your own people?” Grandmother’s voice drifted. “Tell me, how many of our secrets have you scattered like dust?”

“He seems pretentious. I tried so hard not to question him when I saw the marks on Aina’s wrists.” Morrison laughed and slowly drank his beer. “You need to fix this problem with you being nosy.” “You’re nosy about my business too.” She might have drunk too much, or maybe it was the lighting. She found Morrison looking better and as if everything about him was nice. He had pale skin and beautiful features, and his temper was unpredictable but not annoying. Most importantly, he was more reliable than anyone she knew. “I’m not nosy about you…” Morrison looked up and saw her gawking at him, then squinted. “Are you… drunk?”

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.

Zayn encouraged him to howl and run as fast as he could, his eyes becoming bloody from the intensity of his pain and anger. He fell over the broken door to make Mike tremble and immediately retreated in fear, many werewolves with him She smiled as she saw him standing with difficulty trembling lightly from the intensity of his pain, as he was subjected to many of those shocks! He fell to the ground and slowly walked behind one of the trees. He immediately turned and put on a spoon on his foot to get Zayn out for them “Mars,” he exclaimed, but the other one was gone, he didn't even feel his presence! What is this predicament now? Even if transformed, he will not be able to kill this huge numb

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

He looked older than his thirty five years with hard lines carved into his face and eyes that burned with obsession. "Well done daughter," Damon said smiling cruelly. "You've served your family well." Morgan looked at her father with an expression that broke my heart. It was sadness instead of fear. "No Dad. I served my conscience. And I'm sorry but you're wrong about everything." Damon's smile faltered. "What?" Morgan pressed the signal device hidden in her pocket. "Now!" I shouted into my earpiece. Moonfall warriors poured out from every direction. They moved with precision surrounding Damon's rogues before they could react.

This was it, Sentinel would never be de-funded again, this was going to be Grenville’s defining moment in what had been an underwhelming and unremarkable career. “The lift and corridor feeds are ready.” the tech stated. The grab team were ready and they all looked at Grenville as he was still stood with his back to them staring out of the window. Once he saw Hugh’s car pull into the car park he turned and grabbed the wolfsbane grenade. “We need him alive remember, let’s get this fucker.” he said as he led the team out of the door. The team just looked at each other rolling their eyes at the sanctimonious older man as they followed him in to the corridor.