Overwatch Witch Mercy Novels & Stories

My breathing was heavier for having walked that distance from the pack hospital to here despite my condition. Not that long, Mercy came out and helped me out from the wall toward the inside of his room. The atmosphere was cold and terrifying as usual but I maintained my frosty look. His eyes were on me, I didn't look away rather I tightened my grip around the IV stand. A slow smile spread over his face, " Leave us," he commands. I noticed Mercy went rigid beside me, her widened gaze trailing from me and then at Kian, "She is badly wounded and can't stand on her own, please Alpha,"

The Satan Snipers will never give her back. “Look at you, looking all badass and shit.” Mercy comes down the porch steps, giving my woman a hug. She then punches my arm. “Yo, how’s the recovery? AFTER said you won't stop bitching about it,” Beauty smiles at Mercy as the tall curvaceous biker snorts.

Lucien nodded, “of course, I will call a meeting tomorrow. Let me draw up the paperwork then we can sign in front of our pack.” As I nodded I realized that we were both playing with a deck of cards that we didn’t know the hand to. I had no idea that Samantha was a witch. After judging Lucien’s reaction to her I don’t think he knew her full power. She had to be powerful. I had my own warlock and even he had told me her power while raw is massive.

“I was there when she was crafted. I know her all too well, and I can kill her without breaking a sweat. You see the thing, Susan, people like your mother understand power, which is why she barely uses it, or more accurately, uses it with wisdom. She’s the trident of the blood sea. Did you know? Here is the only place she can’t see. And why? Because I am here. Humans made me. Unforgiveness makes me smile. Then, there’s nothing to hide the one lacking mercy from me. Forgive your mother, and maybe, I won’t see you.” Susan grinned at Mercy. “I highly doubt that.” Mercy chuckled. “Yeah. Me too. One joy is that I’m able to kill myself, and I can stay so until some fool thinks it best not to forgi

The only witch that had been capable of such a feat, was Aunt May, but Merlin knew that she was dead, which meant that there was another and for some reason, this thought filled her with a feeling of growing disquiet. She looked back at Zeke, laying, barely conscious, on the ground in his human form, and she felt her heart wrench at the sight. She should have warned him or tried harder to stop him and her guilt fiueled the anger inside her. Turning back to the black wolf and facing him she noted that three more of his kind had skulked from the shadows and now surrounded her on all sides.

Alex asks “Sorry but whatever aura you were trying to push my way ain’t gunna work on me us witches are immune to those kinds of things” I say shrugging my shoulders “Well I guess I’ll just have to find another way to make you do what I say” he whispers. I rolled my eyes at him. “Ok let’s get you to the town hospital.” “You good bro”, one of them say as they walk their way over to Alex and I. “Yea thanks to her” he smiled down at me. “Josh this is Sierra, Sierra meet Josh. He’s my best friend and future Beta of the pack.”

Witch! ***

She was waiting by the equipment rack, wrapped in a coat that costs more than most wolves make in a year. Her blonde hair pulled back in a severe knot. She was beautiful. And also my betrothed. "Alpha," she says. "Sha." She doesn't smile. Sha doesn't smile unless she's about to watch something die. "You brought something into this academy." It was a warning not a question. I grab my towel and wipe the ice from my blades. "I brought a wounded girl from my territory. That's called mercy. You should try it sometime." Sha's eyes narrow. "Don't play dumb with me, Lucian. She doesn't move or smell like a wolf. Morwenna couldn't read her mind."

The wench huffed, “Don’t go chasing away customers. She tips good for a-” “I’ll beat you with this bottle if you finish that sentence.” Pertrece warned darkly. “I don’t mind losing one. I have plenty stashed away.” “Whatever.” The wench grumbles. She turned on her heel, huffing her way towards her next table. “The last time I try to give a nigger a compliment.”

The wicked witch smiled sweetly up at him as if she wasn't standing in the middle of a ballroom full of deadly Vampire warriors who could rip her to shreds at Vladimir's single command. When Mercy leaped to attack her the witch pulled her glowing fist back and threw a punch at Mercy's face. A sickening crack echoed in the now silent Ballroom. The witch had knocked Mercy out with a single blow. Vladimir winced as he gazed at Mercy's unconscious form with a crooked bleeding nose. That was a pretty ugly hit! Maybe he had been taking the situation too lightly. But before he could do something he saw a fist with a bright blue flame burning around it coming towards him that pushed him into blissed