Overwatch Witch Mercy Novels & Stories

Touching Corvu’s face in appreciation of his presence she continues, “I gave her the amulet to protect her. I don’t need it anymore, my power is far too weak. But Tia has all the makings of an Elder Witch, that’s why I gave her the amulet.” Corvu’s brows lift, clearly whatever she said made sense to him. “So, Tia is actually a Witch? She doesn’t even need the amulet?” I’m a what? Are they insane? I was born in Manhattan. I would hardly think someone from this world possessed magic from another. Shelia chuckles.

“You’re going to feel the urge to shift, Mercy. It’s going to be strong, almost unbearable. But you have to resist it.” I stared at him, my mind reeling. “What?” What was he talking about? “Why would I need to resist it?” He placed a hand on my shoulder. “Discipline. Control. These are crucial for a perfect werewolf. If you can learn to resist the urge to shift under the full moon, you’ll be able to control yourself in basically any situation. It’s a test, Mercy. Your first task.” I couldn’t believe my ears. “You want me to not shift? That’s going to be easy! I just have to stop the process. Sometimes I don’t even shift back at home.”

“T-They’re from the palace! A-another dwells on her Werewolves Pack lands- Her Alpha!” Having broken the oath of silence she’s sworn with her accomplices and whoever their leader must be, the Witch is set alight with deep purple flames that roast her into ashes instantly. Her throes die down and the Darkling replaces her in my infuriating grip. Breathy deep growls rumble out my lips like the smoke of death as they splay over his aghast face.

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

a tall lady dressed on a white robe walked forward with 4 girls behind her " who... who.. are you "I stammered in pain and she giggled "am Olivia the high witch of the witches coven. and you mercedes, deed well in bringing her to me "she said starring at mercedes who nodded and gave me a pleading look "go meet Loki he's gonna heal your wounds "she said and she walk away and the witch lady turn to me. "what do you want "I ask as I manage to stand up but leaned in a grave stone for support

Thomas swallows hard, his eyes glued to me but his head turned on the side, letting me know he wants no trouble. "Yes, Alpha". I instantly mindlink the same command to the rest of the pack. My head is spinning and all i want to do is scream my lungs out while killing everyone on sight. A witch. And apparently not like the witches we have in the town, she must be powerful enough for me to sense her like that. I knew something was strange about her. I thought having a human mate would be a degradation, but i would take that a thousand times over having a witch as one. I growl loudly as a severe pain in my chest appears all of a sudden. I shove Thomas on the side and dart for the exit. I know r

Mercy pulls her hand away and grabs Leticia’s wrist, yanking her forward. Her teeth and claws fully extend. Leticia tries to move back, but Mercy has a firm grip, piercing her claws into Leticia’s skin. Mercy is a Beta female. Her features are larger and more pronounced than unranked wolves. She’s also stronger than most females. She can also be cocky. Her attitude sometimes puts her in ‘bite off more than you can chew’ positions.

“It was while you were playing. I realized, you were enchanting us. Mercy, you’re an enchantress?” Mercy looked away for a moment and he could see the pain on her face. “Not exactly,” she said. “Well, yes. But I didn’t know. I honestly didn’t know. It was Sephora. She kept my secret and then, at the warehouse, she…she told me.” “Your secret is safe with me, Mercy,” he told her. “Don’t worry about that. I won’t say anything.” She looked at him with gratitude on her face. “Is it..is witch blood then?”

‘Come forward. Emerging from the row of guards on the other side of me, who shielded my only form of escape, Betrix—the Shaw family witch—appeared and gazed at me in disgust, like I was nothing but the dirt beneath her. She stood tall before the Alpha and Luna and bowed to them, ‘How may I be of service?’ ‘What are your thoughts on the matter?’