Overwatch Morrison Novels & Stories

"How—Dr. Morrison said you had minutes—" "Dr. Morrison works for whoever pays most. Currently, that is me. Always has been." Richard's laugh was bitter. "Did you really think I was dying? The blood was real. The wound was real. But I have been preparing for betrayal since birth. Synthetic blood packets. Trauma makeup. Performance art perfected over years." "You sabotaged the extraction," I said flatly. "You killed your own team." "They were not my team. They were mercenaries Miranda hired to infiltrate your operation. I just activated them early." A pause. "And now I have the data chip. Four billion dollars. Marcus's complete network. Everything you needed to destroy Miranda's legacy."

I tell him, which makes his mouth do that thing that isn't quite a smile but lives in the same neighborhood. The warehouse materializes out of the dark, a vast industrial building backing onto a cliff with light bleeding from the upper windows, and Morrison's units are already in position around the perimeter, already quiet, already waiting, and Damian's security team is a shadow presence around the edges that you'd have to know to look for.

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

Bobby shook their head. Lucas frowned, hazel eyes turning to the screen once more to watch the silent interaction between the three men. Whatever the newcomer said though had the two guards suddenly rushing off leaving the male alone. So far, the man hadn't shown his face to the camera but with the men gone, he now turned around showing none other than Omar Rivers. For a few minutes, Omar didn't seem to be doing anything except checking his watch and looking around. Then, after checking his watch one more time, he turned to the door of the den and unlocked it. "What is he doing?" Johnny frowned, leaning forward in his seat as if somehow getting closer to the tablet screen would answer his qu

She smiled and leaned into him, and over her shoulder her smile shifted into something quieter and more satisfied, the smile of someone who had just watched the last piece fall into place exactly where she needed it. She thought about the morning she had slipped into Bella's room while the house was quiet and found the small velvet box in the nightstand drawer. She had taken the ring without hesitation and closed the drawer and walked out and never looked back. Bella could not have Jason. Bella could not have anything. Behind them, Daniel reappeared quietly in the doorway with his phone in his hand. "Sir, I have the hospital on the line. The doctor who treated Mrs. Morrison is available to s

I knocked, and the door swung open almost immediately, as if he'd been waiting. Morris stood there, towering over me at six-foot-three, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. Even in casual jeans and a fitted black shirt that hugged his muscled chest, he exuded power, the kind that came from winning courtroom battles and bending people to his will. His dark hair was tousled, a day's stubble shadowing his jaw, and those piercing blue eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my knees weak. "Olivia," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "You're soaked. Get in here... quick."

“No food. No water. No sunlight. He remains there until I decide otherwise.” The guards bowed. “And bind his hands and feet with iron,” I added, my tone turning lethal. “Tight enough that the metal burns.” They hauled him upright. “You wouldn’t dare!” Morrison screamed, struggling uselessly against their grip. His swollen face twisted with outrage. “You wouldn’t dare treat me like this, Alpha! I’ve served this pack for decades! I bled for it! I did everything for it!” I stepped forward slowly. The guards froze as I approached him. I leaned in until we were eye level. My gaze dropped to his bloodied mouth, then back to his eyes.

The enemy. My hands shook as I killed the engine. Steel Vipers at our house meant one of two things: war or death. I pushed through the front door into a wall of leather and testosterone. The living room was packed with men from both clubs. My father sat in his chair like a throne, gray ponytail and cold blue eyes. Beside him stood Knox Steele, the Viper president, all silver hair and predatory grace. And next to Knox stood the Ghost. Albert Morrison. Six-foot-three of muscle and ink and rumors. They said he could kill a man six different ways before the body hit the ground. They said he felt nothing, showed nothing, was nothing but a weapon Knox pointed at problems.

"Because Marcus was a self-righteous fool who couldn't leave well enough alone. He thought he could expose us. Thought he could bring down something bigger than himself." "Us?" Asher lets confusion color his voice. "Agent Morrison, what are you talking about?" "The network Marcus was trying to destroy with his stupid questions! The system that's kept this city running smoothly for years." Morrison pulls his gun, but keeps it low, hidden from the other park visitors. "Did you really think you could waltz in here and blackmail me with copies of evidence I thought I'd destroyed years ago?" My blood runs cold. What if he shoots Asher right now?

Owen’s voice was calm, but I knew better. I imagined a pretty, six-year-old boy with Owen’s eyes and shuddered in disgust. Grime was the only way to describe the sick bastards who were responsible for all of this. “You have my word, Owen,” Matt said, evenly though he still looked a little queasy. “Mordecai is on the list.” Owen nodded and stood, “If you’ll excuse me, I’d… like to smoke in peace.”