Overwatch Witch Mercy Novels & Stories

"The pack will stop you, I swear it." Her laughter, cold and calculating, pierced through the room. "You underestimate the witch's influence, Alpha. Your pack is but a pawn in a game much grander than you can fathom." She advanced closer, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "As for Hercules, he played his part perfectly. His loyalty was... commendable." She was a witch! "You talk too much, Alpha Scott! You won't get any golden opportunity like I'm offering right now." She said and I knew that I had to think fast, I needed a plan to stop her from doing whatever she was planning on doing right now.

Sasha instantly said with a catch in her throat, "It's all my fault. Don't blame Gary. I'll mend your dress for you." Then, she picked up a needle, about to start sewing. Before she barely started, she pricked her finger. A bright red bead of blood welled up instantly. Gary immediately shoved me aside. My waist slammed into the edge of a table, and I fell heavily onto the floor, the pain so intense I couldn't even stand. Meanwhile, Gary carefully held Sasha's finger and brought it to his lips, gently sucking away the blood. Sasha looked at him with tears in her eyes, saying, "Gary, I'm so useless. I can't even do something so simple."

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

"Do not speak. The magic is still waking up inside you. It will hurt if you fight it." Pain exploded in my back where the wings had come out. I gasped and grabbed onto the warrior holding me. My vision went in and out. One second I saw the red moon. The next I saw nothing but darkness and moving shadows. "Why are you helping me?" I managed to ask between breaths. "Because you are the one we have waited for," the warrior said. His voice was calm but urgent. "The Forbidden Witch. The one who carries the old blood. Now hold on. This next part will not be gentle."

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.

They burst in showers of sparks, hissing out one by one. “I know your arteries,” she hissed into the code. “And I’m tying this one off *my* way.” MERCY crackled but held her imprint threading through it like dark filigree. Its rollback flag spasmed, then froze, hardening into a lock icon that bore her name. The void pulsed again, a beat stronger this time. Jax swallowed hard. “Guess this is where the support class stops pretending he’s not part of the main quest,” he muttered, voice unsteady.

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