Overwatch Witch Mercy Novels & Stories

I snarl, my grip tightening. The figure stills. Slowly, trembling fingers reach up, pulling away the hood and mask. I blink. An older woman. Wrinkled skin, yellowing teeth, wild purple eyes. A witch? My grip tightens. She coughs, struggling to breathe. "Please," she wheezes, her voice raspy. "Mercy." Something about her frail frame, her shaking limbs, makes me hesitate. I’m not sure why, but my instincts tell me she’s no real threat.

Flashback on a day before we captured a wrong girl thinking that she was Diana, we was outside in the thunderstorm, shivering under a dripping tarp, and she wasn’t there just me and my second we suffered that outside of no where just because we wanted to capture Diana for her . Rain soaked through my coat by dawn, and my teeth were chattering when I finally crawled back inside. But Mercy didn’t care. She only cared about Diana, her twisted vendetta, her need to control everything…even the loyalty of those she crushed beneath her stilettos. I wiped mud from my boots and checked my car’s tires….anything to distract myself from that everything that have happened , wicked smile she’d worn when s

The village of the western pact welcomed them with open paws. Alpha Mera was a wolf of considerable years, her muzzle silver, her eyes a pale green that held both warmth and a sharp, assessing intelligence. She had ruled the settlement for two decades, maintaining the ancient wards that had kept the Blight at bay while the world beyond her valley crumbled. When Lira's column descended through the wildflowers, Mera met them at the village edge with a contingent of her own wolves — not as a threat, but as a greeting. She had already heard Kael's brief report, and her old eyes glistened as she looked upon the hundred wolves who had ended the Grey Blight.

With all my gratitude, **Mercy V** ---

I was already clad in my grey boxer briefs, hiding myself from the eyes of the obsessed woman. 'Oh you never visualised a witch like me being mated to Alpha Ryker. ' Her voice was unusually calm for an enraged woman. Like they say about the calm before the storm, this was that time. 'He will be mine! ' She screamed again, puffing out her chest.

"Did she slaughter them?" "No," I replied, and I saw several members of the Council blink in shock. "She didn't kill a single one of them. She fought with the speed of a vampire and the precision of a master witch, but she showed mercy. She knocked them unconscious and spared their lives. Even when she had the chance to end them, she chose peace." Then the room exploded into noise. "Mercy? That is a trick!" Silas shouted, slamming his fist on the table. "She is a Dark Witch! It is in her blood to be a destroyer. She is just waiting for the right moment to burn us all!"

I saw that there were only two demons in front of Mercy and sent a wave of my energy finishing them off. Mercy looked at me, and I called out to her. “Destroy the boxes, Mercy!” She nodded at me before heading towards the stack of boxes which contained the drugs that could even affect the Gods. She was the perfect one for the task of destroying the boxes since she could check for any magical traps around them. Then she could burn them, destroying it forever since from the information we got these were the only stock of the drugs in existence so far. As Mercy reached near the boxes and started walking around it while muttering spells, I turned back to the demons in front of me. I slashed arou

Mercy didn’t care about her reasons. “I don’t know how you got passed the warriors but I guess it is because of your disguised scent. Tell me witch, what do you want?” she asked her. “Nothing, just want to take you out of your misery. I have been watching you and I know that you are carrying his pup, well if it is a pup but I can hear its heartbeat is very strong.” Mercy stood up when she mentioned her child, to her this witch could not be trusted and she was not about to let her harm her child, never! She will have to go through her first!

I felt like I was finally surrounded by people who actually cared, without secrets or hidden motives. A smile graced my face as I remembered how Scarlett had chosen to go shopping with me as the former alpha and some members oversaw the burning ceremony. "Nova was right; you are a witch." I pulled my lips back into a thin line when Mercy stepped out of the woods, hands pocketed in her navy blue sweats. For the past few days, she had been constantly on my way whenever I was alone, throwing rude remarks here and there. I had managed to ignore her and keep it from Draven at the same time, but I wasn't sure I could continue condoning it.

“Twinkets.” “Twinkets!” Triana shot me a shocked gaze. “Only witches of legend could see them. Control them.” I don’t think I control them. “I’ve never heard of them.” I responded flatly. Looking straight ahead as I limped her along the path they illuminated. She carried the lantern in her other dangling hand, since I supported her with both of mine. But the wind swirled dirt across our view so heavily that it made the lantern nearly ineffective. Clouds rolled across the moon making it blacker than black out.