Overwatch Widowmaker Sniper Novels & Stories

“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.”

Makakita lang nang nambash sa kaniya ay susunod na rin ito! Mas nainis pa siya nang nalamang ang kalaban niya ay isa sa mga pinakaayaw niyang streamer kaya iyon talaga ang target niya sa laro. And just like other snipers, his spots are always so predictable! For long-range users, she already knows where he’s going to be already. At high places and windows where their back is open, talagang hindi nito aasahan na manggagaling siya sa likod kaya agad niya itong napapatay.

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

As the SUV pulled away, Genevieve stood alone for a moment, the echoes of laughter in the park still ringing in her ears. ---- Later that evening, she arrived at Ravenhurst Lane for the Widow's Club meeting. She didn't feel the how she felt when she first arrived there, she felt calmer. All fourteen women were present, seated around the long table. The air was heavy with perfume, ambition, and something darker. One by one, reports were given by each widow. Some contained reports of seduction, others contained how they used the children of their clients against them, and the rest contained how they stole incriminating videos and documents and used them to blackmail their clients.

She sipped her coffee casually, the timer on her wrist counting down to something. Lila arrived right on time, her long legs striding confidently towards the counter and Viviana's eyes didn't even bother trailing her with her eyes. She knew what she would do next. Lila stood there flirting with the barista, her laughter echoing through the small shop. Viviana slipped out of the cafe into the alley behind the cafe. She lit herself a cigarette as she took her already set up sniper from the bag seated on the roof of the building she was aiming from. The sniper was custom made and the deadliest anyone could find. It never fails to finish its job since she started using it.

"They'll have a sniper on the roof. Overwatch while the others breach." "How do you know?" "Because that's what I'd do." She moved. Up the stairs. To the access panel leading to the roof. Opened it slowly. Weapon up. Sure enough. A figure in tactical gear. Prone. Sniper rifle aimed at the clearing below. Preparing to drop anyone who ran. Anya didn't hesitate. Knife, quieter than gun. Faster than thought. She crossed the roof in four steps. Grabbed the sniper from behind. Blade across throat. Clean. Professional. Fatal.

[Congratulations to Boss for 10 wins in a row!] Robert frowned in disbelief as he quickly ended his game to enter observer mode. He saw a female sniper that roamed the map that would, from time to time, shift between killing soldiers and slaughter monsters. The female sniper would even shoot at other players for no reason. The shooter was usually the most vulnerable character that could be killed at any time, yet she was able to use the immunization boost to avoid all attacks. She managed to turn dangerous tides into victories and killed all of her enemies.