Overwatch Morrison Novels & Stories

"That person’s dead! He died two years ago without leaving a corpse! He's surely dead! Even if he is alive, it's impossible to kill those soldiers at the same time! It must be a coincidence, and their journey was delayed for some reason!" Morris kept repeating these words to himself, and he did not even know how horrifying his demeanor was now. His originally slanted face became more and more distorted as if he was a ghost struggling out from hell. Not only that, but the shadow in his heart still traumatized him from time to time, especially in hellhole prison when the figure that melted into the darkness slapped his head almost to pieces. "B*stard!" Finally, Morris roared into the sky, and

He lied. Morrigan walks towards the gazebo in the garden, sitting by the marble seat in front of the pristine marble table as she looks out of the garden. The cold surface of the marble caressing her skin. "Have you recognized your offense?" She asked meaningfully. Observing Colfre's reaction, trying to see if he would recognize what offense she was meaning to tell. Colfre nodded his head briefly. Standing upright in front of Morrigan. His hands clenched beside him, his chest out. The emblem on his armor glimmering under the rays of sunlight. Morrigan rested her hand on the marble table. Propping her head on one of her hand, gazing at him with disinterest etched in her eyes.

“Give me her whereabout and you're free to go. Alive.” “As you can see, blocker.” Rio grinned and stretched out his arms, sneering. “I only brought the ax, the clothes and the robe I wore. Besides, how could you expect me to know what you're talking to me about?” “Wolvire,” his enemy spoke a name angrily. “You know very well what it is, damn human! Give it me the information or you will die!” “I don't want to die.” Rio grinned again, his expression pale and strange under the blue moonlight. “I must add I'm sorry. I don't have anything information you talk about. Just go to hell!”

Complete radio silence for fifteen minutes before Morrison's team lost the audio feed entirely. "Sir, you need to stay in the hospital," Officer Rodriguez says as I struggle to get out of bed, my abdomen screaming in protest. "The doctors said—" "The doctors can go to hell," I snarl, pulling on my jacket with movements that send fire through my barely healed wound. "That woman is risking her life because I was stupid enough to let her walk into a trap." Morrison appears in the doorway, already wearing his tactical vest. "Knoxx, you're in no condition to—"

"I haven't destroyed anything yet." "The night is young." His eyes sparkled with amusement. "But I have faith in you." I allowed myself a small smile. Maybe the training had worked after all. Maybe I could actually pull this off. WhenI saw Elder Morris approaching, my heart stuttered. Elder Morris was one of the pack's most traditional members and he was also famously observant, known for noticing details that others missed. During the campaign, he had wavered in his support. The rumors about my background had troubled him. He had only committed to Reed's side after the decisive handling of Derek's arrest.

; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again. That was decades ago. In recent times, Kimora made its appearance just off the coast of the Denezel River. North-West of Maliki, a little boy was found dead, his corpse laid open outside their home,the abomination of nature. His mother who found his body fell into a coma and didn't recover. Kimora was much worse than Black Death. That teaches us that you don't fi

Tonight had stripped away some of the emotional walls he normally kept between himself and everyone else. A nearby officer approached Morris quickly, speaking low enough that I couldn’t hear the full conversation. But judging by Morris’s expression afterward, whatever he heard wasn’t good. “We have a problem,” he said grimly once the officer stepped away. Dylan’s attention sharpened instantly. “What happened?” Morris glanced briefly toward me and Elana before answering carefully. “Victor wasn’t working alone.” A heavy silence followed the words immediately.

We traded blows, neither gaining clear advantage, the room filling with the sounds of our violence. “You’re going against the Council,” Morrison hissed, his face bloodied. “They approved this extraction. You’re committing treason.” “Then I’m a traitor,” I said, and drove my fist into his stomach. Morrison doubled over, coughing. His sickness made him weaker than he should have been, his healing slower. I pressed the advantage, not giving him time to recover. When he finally collapsed, unable to continue fighting, I stood over him. “If you come near Calen again,” I said, my voice cold and final, “I will kill you. Council approval or not. Regional authority or not. Touch him, and you die.”

“Alpha, this is base over. I read you loud and clear. What is the situation over there?” Kimberly cleared her throat and spoke. “I sight six huts down here. Some kids are playing around, but not signs of any hostiles.” “Alright. Stay put and keep me updated.” Oscar muted the radio and said. “I would not have been so enthusiastic about this mission if I knew we would go through all those hassles just to get here and sit our asses down.” Kimberly looked at the horizontal scar that ran across the man’s left cheek which was a constant reminder of one of the missions they had embarked upon.

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.