Overwatch Widowmaker Sniper Novels & Stories

I used my strength to strangle them after I toss them a spice to drop their gun before conveying them a promising respite. These bastards guard the three snipers against each wing which is on top of the buildings that surrounded the docks. The slit of my blade made a bloody scarf around their neck and bruises on their open area - how lightheaded of them. Wayne is not on my side - I alone slaughtering Lesley's mob. In order not to get captured, I hide anything that can conceal my existence and snatch their breath away before I can get to the top. I shot the first and the second sniper with my golden eagle silencer after burying the others as I prepared my casket and shovel for them.

The hatred, the dominance, the smacks and the curses—it all felt ingrained deep inside his heart as if that had been his role all along. "If you disobey me again..." Nate folded his arms, glancing around the room before remembering that there was a knife laying on the floor a few steps away. He snorted, reaching for it and leaning towards Dante, viciously gripping his jaw with his thumb and index finger, lifting his face to eye the sharp blade of the knife. "You'll get a slice for every time you don't follow my orders. Do I make myself clear?"

Victoria explained, "Yvonne was killed by a sniper. I suspect the sniper was hiding here. I'm checking to see if they left anything behind." Yves was excited. He took out his phone and began to search with her. He asked, "Mrs. B, have you found anything?" Victoria looked for a few more minutes before turning her flashlight off. "No. Let's go to the police station." She had expected this outcome. Such an experienced sniper would have been very careful on the job. They wouldn't have left anything behind. She just wanted to try her chances. Unfortunately, luck wasn't on her side. "Yvonne had a lot of connections with people in Youngville. Most of them were rich, powerful, and kinky. It wasn't o

She was holding the wires in her shivering hand. Hunter noticed those same scars on her but this time there were scars on her face as well. Her legs gave out as she fell to her knees. She rubbed her chest trying to breathe but no matter how much she tried, she was unable to breathe. Hunter grabbed the first thing that came into his sight. It was the chair as he smashed it on the screen and the computer system; destroying everything as it caught fire. Now he knows why she was there and why the first room was burning. She was there to destroy these tapes.

“Leave her alone! I swear, if you touch her, I’ll kill you!” The kidnapper laughed. “You? Kill me?” He reached for me again. I started kicking, twisting, trying to move away, but he pinned my legs with his knee. His hand slid to the top of my thigh and that was when Alec snapped. He roared like a madman, breaking part of the rope binding him. The sudden strength in him shocked everyone. He hit the kidnapper from behind with all his weight, sending him crashing to the ground. A gunshot rang out, piercing the air.

“How the hell did they find him? He was with Asa, your most trusted guard.” Noah was already tapping into surveillance footage, attempting to trace digital breadcrumbs. “The feed was bounced through a hundred proxies. Military-grade rerouting. Whoever did this is better than anything I’ve seen.” Grace’s voice was steel. “It’s The Widow.” Noah’s fingers froze over the keyboard. “Then we’re not up against an assassin anymore.” Damien muttered, “We’re up against a ghost.” Grace turned sharply. “Then it’s time we hunted one.” Oslo, 48 Hours Earlier

Sooner or later, she wouldn't be able to stop the transformation. “You’ve been staring on your hands for ages,” Amanda said, turning to see her in the backseat. Mira put her hands into the pocket of her jacket. “What did you do to the sniper?” “Minor injuries,” Griffin replied, briefly looking at her through the rear mirror. “He didn’t give much information. His target was confirmed to be the Commander. After that, he was ordered to kill you too. But he didn’t know the person who hired him. Same instruction—get the equipment, find the target, and kill.”

Ten miles away, on a rooftop across from Blackpine’s estate, a sniper adjusted the lens on a modified thermal scope. “Confirming target,” he whispered. Inside the scope: a faint heat signature, child-sized, walking toward a balcony window. “Target moving. No security detail.” The woman on the comms replied coldly, “Execute. On my mark.” But as the sniper adjusted, the scope glitched. Then went black. Then overheated—the screen flaring red before the device sparked and burned in his hands. He swore, dropping it, fingers blistering. And in the moment between pain and confusion, the wind rose—sharp and wrong.

he continued, “then she has been close enough to hear us, copy Adelaide’s voice, reach St. Agnes, and leave before Theodore could follow.” Violet remembered the woman in the trees. Dark coat. Blue ribbon around her wrist. Teddy was always easy to train. She swallowed. “What does she want?” “My mother never wanted one thing,” Gideon said. “That is what made her useful.” “To who?” “Alistair. Briar. The Widow’s Fund. Families who needed girls to become someone else.” Theodore’s voice was low. “And now?” Gideon did not answer. Violet did. “Now she wants to finish a file.”

She turns to Alpha Avery, “And you pulled him into your office to punish him? No matter what their status at mates is, publicly known or not, they have been involved with each other exclusively for over two years. Mate or not, Jackson defended her when she clearly wasn’t around to do it herself. And believe me alpha, she would’ve done worse than my son.” I feel some of my anger fade hearing my mom defend me and how confident she sounds when she says Raven would’ve done worse. She’s training to be a hunter. Even with being part god, she would’ve absolutely wiped the floor with that asshat Ethan. “Gwen, with that, you and I are in complete agreement. I have no doubt that if Raven had been pres