Overwatch Witch Mercy Novels & Stories

his tone swarming with sarcasm. He raised his left hand to clarify. “Look, I’m not underestimating your mates, Agatha, but if your magic cannot protect us from other witches, what difference can two werewolves make? You said it yourself, it only took a hand swipe for that warlock for the two elders from your previous coven to turn to ashes. Do you think he will be merciful to your Alphas? Do your mates have a bargaining chip I am not aware of?” his anger and desperation were evident.

said lord Aaron. Damian stood up angrily. “ You don't want to bring back the witches but you want a witch to save you. Isn't that selfish of you?” asked Damian. Marissa closed her eyes and took deep breaths to help her calm down. She was so angry but she did not want to do something reckless. “ It is her destiny. She cannot leave the supernatural world to fall in the hands of the demon king because she knows everyone of us including the witches will suffer. So, she doesn't have a choice” said alpha Maurice.

One second passed, two seconds, three, but I didn't black out, nor did I hear the sound of a gunshot. The guard was waiting for the Alpha's final order to shoot me but the Alpha didn't give that order. Was he having a change of mind? “You can't kill her” A voice suddenly rose amidst the silence and that forced my eyes open. The voice was calm and filled with peace and surprisingly, I recognized it. It was Maera, the witch. “If you do, then the pack will fall into ruins” she continued. “The pack might never know peace and you will all live the rest of your lives regretting this very moment”

The man was stronger than me, like a beast. “One day of being good, and then back to square one? It’s fun to mess with you, but you should know your limits.” “F—fuck you…… Ugh…… Ugh…….” “I was going to show you mercy if you behaved.” “…….” “You have to pay for trying to do something bad.” He grabbed the back of my neck and dragged me off the bed.

"And finally, I was able to get a hold of you once again." "What kind of sick twisted prank is this?" I screamed, bucking against the restraints. The metal suddenly bit into my skin, a searing white hot heat that made me hiss through my teeth. It felt like I was being branded, I turned to see a tiny liquid dropping from the iron onto my skin. I tried to pull, the liquid poured even more. "What's this?!" "Silver. Works like a charm for werewolves," he noted, watching my struggle with clinical interest.

They all make the globe seems so magical, that's what it is anyway_a magic globe. The witch's hand is still at the top of the globe, she says "This represents your true identity, a testament to your burgeoning abilities as the Witch Supreme here in the Otherworld. With this, you can see what to others is invisible, and conceal what to others is visible. My Supreme," she ends and removing her hand, steps back. The crowd erupts in awe-struck cheers when the globe emits a light so bright it lightens up the entire room and then dims. Every witch in attendance in one accord, go on one knee and chorus "The mighty supreme."

She tried to reach to something in her jacket and I was pretty sure it wasn't a surpise gift for me. I whispered again. This time much quicker, and then she fell unconscious. “Yeah, wolfsbane doesn't protect you against witches, b*tch.” For some reason, I didn't want to drive her truck. I felt it was smarter if I took her in mine and then questioned her in my house. Now, this wasn't smart at all but I felt more comfortable doing it.

Mercy, in that world, is the silence. He sent me back with a mission: convert as many as I could. At first, we scraped together a few bitter souls; bitter exiles, abused recruits, those who’d been ground down by pack life. Then we met the witch. Along with her came the beast; a werewolf like me, all scars and furious purpose. People came. Word spread, and with each recruit, our resolve hardened into structure.

Azareel reunites with the chimera animal again in his dream. "O young man, please accept my blessings," said the animal with the head of the goat, after he had finished speaking, a white light filled his vision. Azareel can feel the purest power of that light. It was not like Darrel's light, but it was holier and purer than any power Azareel had ever felt. Just the pressure alone makes the heart feel refreshed, the feeling of physical and mental fatigue relieved thanks to the light. This is the blessing bestowed by the Chimera.