Overwatch Witch Mercy Novels & Stories

I feel so safe, so steady when he’s around. I shouldn’t allow myself to feel this way. As a Venusian Witch and the soon-to-be queen, it’s my duty to uphold the rules. Instead, I’m breaking one of the most inflexible rules by being in the Werewolf’s company and by accepting his help. But what choice do I have? It’s not accepting help from him that makes me feel guilty, but how I feel when he’s around. It would have been different if I was only reluctantly accepting his help, but I like being around him far too much. I’m craving his company. Something about him pulls me to him.

She closes her eyes, too exhausted to argue, and I sit there holding her hand and watching her breathe, counting each rise and fall of her chest like I’m afraid if I stop paying attention it might just stop altogether. The door opens behind me. I don’t turn around at first because I assume it’s a nurse coming to check vitals or adjust her IV, but then I hear Mara’s voice. “So you actually showed up.” I turn around and Mara’s standing there with her arms crossed tight over her chest, wearing that old denim jacket she refuses to throw away even though it’s got a rip in the sleeve. Her hair’s pulled back in a ponytail that’s half falling out and there are shadows under her eyes that make her lo

She began to address the Witches as she approached them. "Put your hands above your head, Mariana," Merit yelled out, pointing the Spear at the Scarred Witch. "And why would I do that?" Mariana asked, and stopped walking. "What crime have I committed against you that you must charge me with such hatred?" Her voice sounded soft and innocent, she would have succeeded in fooling any other clueless Witch, but not them. "You were meant to be dead," Bell stated, her orbs becoming bright orange as with Merits.

My mom didn't let him know she was a healer, she was scared of what he'll make her do once he found out. I loved loyalty, but at some point, I hated it as well, wished they somehow betrayed the old alpha like some of the pack members did, this would've spared me being born as a slave, yet they were loyal to the end which made Alpha Rick angry, he worked them to death, and he was trying to do the same to me.

And we’re underground. Wrath stands outside the bars. He hasn’t left since Draven gave the order. Chain them. Or she walks. He chained us. He didn’t lock it. The key is in his boot. His jaw is locked too, grinding on duty versus loyalty, and I don’t envy him the math. “Mother,” he says. Low. Just for me. “You hear that?” I do. Boots. Multiple sets. Fast. Not Alpha tread. Mercy rounds the corner with six wolves. Her broken wrist is in a brace, her other hand holds a D.C. sedation kit. Black fluid. Military grade. The kind they use on ferals they can’t kill clean.

But before she gets the chance to respond, the witch suddenly slides her finger along the trigger, cocking her wrist so it’s angled towards all three of my allies. “You took too long,” the witch says impassively. A slow, sadistic smile spreads along her face. “Wait, please, we’ll–” Gamma Everly begins. “Oh, shut up,” the witch snarls. She pulls the trigger of the spray bottle, and a fine silver mist settles over Gamma Everly, Alpha Leo, and Wilson.

I trembled uncontrollably. His greasy hands roamed over my body. Disgust rolled deep within my gut. I bit my lip until it bled, the pain sending a flicker of clarity through me. I summoned every last bit of strength I had to fight back, my arms flailing wildly until my fingers closed around a bottle of wine. Without hesitation, I smashed the bottle hard against Julian's face. He screamed in agony. But before I could feel any relief, he snatched the bottle from my hand.

(The world pauses entirely around her for a moment as she seems to be gathering energy and attempting to focus on her powers despite screaming frantically. Narrator: "So I can only imagine you're wondering how we got to this point, because this seems like a pretty tumultuous situation. So let's back it up a bit and explain a few things. First off: Hi! I'm your narrator, Kimora Sylvaburn." (The screen does a close up on her falling screaming face.) "Yeah that's totally me there... messed up situation huh? The last time we did this you guys kind of got a bit of a rushed story about us. That's my fault. The snack was tasty so I ate the whole thing without leaving a second thought. This time aro

Alpha Mercimer says while pointing to the door, which clearly says no Omegas are allowed. "Of course. Alpha!" She bows again. Mercimer gestures for her to leave. Which she did immediately. She was in such a hurry that she did not notice a woman walking in her direction. SPLASH! The woman's wine poured onto her white dress. Her face is livid. Vesper glanced at the woman’s pin. It’s green. “A Delta.” She said to herself. Her face paled as the Delta walked towards her. She could feel that the woman had a strong aura, her scent giving out malice and rage.