Overwatch Widowmaker Sniper Novels & Stories

Mateo was surprised. “Is Ms. Gail Leroy your spy?” Gail was an assassin who had been hiding among Huntley’s men. All the Orean underground forces knew her as the Black Widow. The woman was known to be extremely cruel. Rumor had it that she was originally a prisoner on death row, waiting to be executed. Huntley was the person who had hired someone in the system to replace Gail with another female prisoner during the execution and got her released secretly.

He was left speechless, his pupils dilating. “I know you’re thinking who my husband is. My husband is Gray Moore. I told you before that I would do anything to avenge my child. Yes, I am here to do that. I am asking you to hurt Aerah for the sake of my revenge. And yes, Landon. I am in the process of doing the same thing to Gray…”

She muttered as she aligned the criss cross mark of her sniper scope to the head of the terrorist with the gun. She held her breadth and pulled the trigger at the same time when he raised his rifle to shoot the third captive. The gun fell from his hand first before the man followed. There was panic amongst the other two who looked around in confusion. One of the men made a dash to the fallen weapon of his comrade but she followed him swiftly, the criss cross mark of her sniper moving behind her new target till her focus point was centered on his chest, then she pulled the trigger. A second later, the man was flying backwards in the air before landing on the floor motionless.

Or at least that was what I told myself as I lay in the dark and thought about the wedding and the prenup and the fact that in less than twelve hours I would be legally bound to a man who was probably going to destroy me. But maybe I would destroy him first. That was the hope anyway. That was what I had to believe to make this worth it. I closed my eyes and finally fell asleep and I dreamed about being still and about power and about kisses that meant more than sex ever could. ******* I found the tracker three days after the wedding when I was looking for my registration in the glove compartment and my hand brushed against something small and hard stuck under the dashboard. At first I though

Mauler left, and Sniper's eyes turned sour as she watched her sister go. "You just have to wait and watch then," Sniper said, her voice dripping with malice. She fell onto her bed, and brought out her phone, which was full of photos of Venom. She smiled, her eyes gleaming with obsession, as she stared at the pictures. "I won't let anyone take you away from me, I won't," she whispered, her voice trembling with intensity. She stripped herself naked and stood in front of the photos, touching herself while moaning Venom's name.

She carried a shotgun and a single-shot sniper rifle. With these extraordinary maneuvers, she secured a steady victory. With just 20 AWM bullets, she had taken down 20 opponents. It showed her remarkable accuracy and skill. After observing Catherine's operation for a while, Yesenia felt that it was more interesting than watching top gaming streamers. She would be willing to tip her entire fortune to Catherine if there were a tipping feature because no one deserved it more. Catherine's eyes were tired from playing, so she decided to take a short break.

he stopped when he saw her. "Crimson!" called the female speedster. "Shit! Get the plutonium outta here, now!" Just ahead of the truck, a woman was standing there, in the middle of the road. She was dressed in black and her face was covered. Crimson, the scarlet speedster, watched in horror as the woman on the road wielded some kind of large weapon that she held with both of her hands. "For Anna!" she muttered and activated the weapon which let out a large bolt of lightning and struck the truck.

Three down. Outside, Flinco’s sniper—callsign “Hawk”—shifted on his perch, a rusted water tower 900 meters south. Night vision scope locked, windage dialed, he racked the bolt, brass clinking soft on the metal. “Comms down,” he muttered into his throat mic, voice a rasp. “Go time.” Hammer was already up, Glock 19 drawn, moving fast through the watch house’s guts—concrete halls, flickering fluorescents.

The woman asked. "Who the hell are you?" The sniper asked, his finger on the trigger. "Don't move, and just answer my question." In a startling display, the woman moved with an astonishing speed that seemed almost unreal. In the blink of an eye, she closed the gap between her and the sniper, leaving him speechless. Before he could react, she was right next to him. With a quick and skillful move, she disarmed him, making his gun fall to the ground. Then, in a single, fluid motion, she kicked him hard in the chest, sending him flying backwards.

He looped the heavy mooring cable around the ladder rungs, his left arm pulling the knot tight as the boat surged against the black current. ​Vivian slung the heavy sniper rifle over her shoulder, grabbed the spool of thick integration cable, and began to climb. The cold salt spray lashed her face, the wind trying to rip her off the iron rungs, but she climbed with the steady, unyielding focus of a woman who had already seen the end of the world.