Overwatch Widowmaker Sniper Novels & Stories

“She is Mr. Warrick’s wife. The agreement was signed yesterday.” “Bullshit.” Matt steps forward, anger overtaking grief. “That brat is NOT—” “Watch your mouth.” Adams’ voice turns to ice. Matt’s nostrils flare. “She’s a spoiled brat. I don’t accept her. None of us do. Warrick never introduced her.” “She’s a murderer. I’ll never follow her orders.” “She is Mrs. Harrington now,” Adams cuts in sharply. “And she holds every right given to the president’s wife under SOC law.”

But then she opened the other one and brought out a long slim case and my eyes widened a little when I saw the sniper rifle. “Before making our move, we need to get rid of the two that were guarding the roof. She can expose us and alert others the moment we move. I will take them down and then single you to attack and this will leave only eight men outside the house. You can handle them easily.” We looked at each other, stunned and unable to speak; I was confused and impressed at the same time. Who is this woman? I had so many questions running through my head as I watched her work easily and quickly on her rifle. She looked very accustomed to it from how calmly she put everything together.

I could hear the smile in her voice as her Lynx stepped out of cover and opened fire on the distant sniper with its massive howitzer. "Jax, Kitt, get ready to charge!" Taewi roared. He gave a shriek of joy as his Predator rushed past Kedrick and I, headed toward the Russian mechs. Seconds later Taewi's speed slowed dramatically as the first round of spray burst from his shotguns. He had ended his overcharge, restoring his weapons. "Go!" I shouted. With the sniper distracted and the squadron of Monstro focused on Taewi, Kedrick and I burst from cover, firing on the closest enemy I could find.

He smirked with something sick flashing in his eyes as he glanced at Elena, who was fully focused on the ballet performance opening the event. "Two?" I asked, incredulous. "Yeah. A sniper and a spy. Both working together. She took them out." Lucas leaned back, drained his martini, and stood. A crowd of women swarmed him—but they gave him space. Word still lingered about that incident a while back when a woman got too close... and he shot her in the head without flinching. "I was too busy dealing with other crap to send just one assassin after you," I muttered toward Elena.

Only then would I find true peace. After all, what could possibly be that hard about it? From what Shawn had revealed last night before passing out, this assassin was a legendary professional who used a high-caliber sniper rifle for his missions. The man could sit from a comfortable, mile-long distance on a rooftop and effortlessly gun Elara down in broad daylight, and no one would ever suspect a thing! I hissed. Let me see how that bitch’s precious tech knowledge and cybersecurity empire would save her from a bullet tearing through her skull.

“If you want to stay alive, you’ll help me end this.” The man nodded, pulling a small device from his pocket. “I have a signal disruptor. It’ll jam their communication, but it won’t last long.” “Do it,” Victor ordered. The man activated the device, and a faint buzzing noise fills the air. Outside, the sniper’s laser dot flickered and disappeared. As the sniper’s signal wavered, Victor saw his chance. He grabbed his pistol and moved toward the door. “Victor, no!” Olivia’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

It whittled them down, vanish, reappear somewhere they didn’t expect. Up above, I saw the glint of a rifle barrel between the balcony rails. Sniper. He had a bead on the east side, where Wade’s men were pinned. I pulled the knife from my vest, weighed it once in my hand, and flicked it. The blade sank into his thigh, deep enough to drop him to his knees. He tried to get his aim back up, but I was already halfway up the service stairs, taking them two at a time. By the time he spotted me, my hand was on his rifle. I wrenched it sideways, shoved the barrel under his jaw, and pulled the trigger. His head snapped back, and he slumped against the rail, spilling red across the polished wood.

Harvey York was showing a cold expression. He wasn’t enraged because of the enemy’s arrogance. He kept dodging while choosing the shortest route to the abandoned office building. “I see. Interesting!” The sniper with a long trench coat mumbled on top of the building. Judging from the voice, it was a woman. The sniper took off her mask, showing an extremely plain-looking face while seeming a little surprised. The sniper didn’t start to leave the building, though. She reloaded her rifle and moved the rifle stand right to where Harvey must get through to get up the building, ready to deal a devastating blow.

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.

I feel my heart thundering berserkly in my chest at the memory of her face morphing and twisting in fury, the baby blue turned blood-red eyes, and the sinister expression that told me she was ready to killl in a blink of an eye. "Vampire." Hunter blurts. Again, as if he knows exactly what's running in my head every damn minute, in every fucking second. And he's not even looking at me! How on earth does he do that? "Scarlet Tate is the only hybrid werewolf in the Wintermist Pack. She's the Alpha's daughter, so you better not underestimate her or you'll be dead before graduation." He warns. I look up and stare at his devilishly handsome face, his amber eyes cold and serious.