Overwatch Widowmaker Sniper Novels & Stories

"That's my girl. Make it clean." Raven set up her shot, finding the perfect angle through a gap in the shutters. The sniper was pinned down but still dangerous, still trying to complete his mission. She centered her aim on his chest. Controlled her breathing. Let everything else fade away except the target and the trigger. The shot was perfect. The sniper dropped without ever knowing what hit him. "Beautiful work," Vincent said, watching through the monitors as his security team confirmed the kill. "Now let's go have a conversation with our friend in the kitchen."

“You do realise that my wife will kill you if you hurt Becca, right?” Owen nods. “She’s made that perfectly clear, but I have you.” I can’t believe this guy! “And you think I will ever help you against my wife?” “Nope, but she loves you. You must just be there for me to use you as a shield.” Hunter shakes his head in disbelief. He knows how ridiculous this sounds. “She’s shot me, trice!” I remind him of how volatile my wife is. “Those were all non-fatal. We both know that she is a trained sniper yet you are still here,” Owen says dismissively.

The mysterious sniper, her face hidden, lowered her rifle, her voice—soft but deadly—lingering: “This ends now.” “Who are you?” I demanded, my voice raw, my shoulder stinging from the visitor’s graze. The sniper stepped closer, her silhouette sharp against the firelight from the helicopter’s wreckage, but she didn’t answer, her eyes scanning the cliff for threats. Liam’s grip tightened, his love a vow that steadied me, his bloodied shoulder trembling but his resolve unbroken. “Sophia, we need to move,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear, a promise of a future we could still fight for.

She slid down the angled side of the tower wall briefly and landed on a platform about fifteen feet below the overwatch. Rowan composed herself on the platform. She had an excellent vantage point over the battlefield. On the extended bridge directly below, Rowan spotted Alex and only a few Ravennites left fending off the Domineers who were coming right at them. Quickly arming an arrow in her bow, Rowan fired it down at one of the Domineers, hitting her target dead on. The Domineer collapsed and fell off the catwalk.

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.

No matter how much I think about it, it doesn’t make any sense but there’s not much for me to act on when my life can easily be taken if They declares it. They always knows everything yet no one ever knows anything about They. Not even They’s closest allies. I might crave my freedom from being under They so badly but I won’t do anything that’ll leave me under They’s prying watch. Not when they all my life since I was a child, I was bound to a man as a slave with the illusion that I was a skilled personnel. Not when I love being an alive asshole than a dead saint. I swallow, throwing my sniper on the ground of my home rooftop, falling backwards, flat on its concrete surface. I’m exhausted. My

“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.