Overwatch Witch Mercy Novels & Stories

She looked down at his chest as more blood trickled down, his heart pounding slowly, his breathing pace reducing. Quickly, she pulled out the dagger stuck in his chest, cut out a lace from the end of her gown, and quickly muffled it inside the hole the dagger created. With her eyes closed, she bent closer to him, his face meeting hers and gently she inhaled through his nostril, her powers pouring into him fiercely. Suddenly, green smoke emits from his mouth, his heartbeat begins to race faster as each finger in his hands vibrates. Merga watched as her powers slowly revived him, the blood on him drying up immediately. Slowly his eyes began to open, Merga's heart began to pound faster as she r

I opened the door to my office and made my way to the desk and sat down in my chair. I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a long breath while leaning back in my chair. ‘Alpha?’ one of the omegas that was in charge of watching Viviana’s parents mind linked me. ‘what is it Felix?’ ‘our guests are getting restless and are wondering when they could speak to you’ he responded back to me. ‘Tell them, I am still out and will be home shortly’. ‘Yes Alpha.’ I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes. There has to be a way to come up with a peaceful solution. Alec scoffed ‘oh yeah because when have we known witches to be peaceful?’ he spat at me. I rolled my eyes to his comment but he wasn’

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."

"A rogue human-blooded imposter should have never held a position within the Council's territory. After fabricating your battle reports, making a critical error during the Redgrave border conflict, and trying to shift the blame to a true pure-blood, you slandered the very female who saved Sliver Ravenscroft's life." Sornk Mercer's face goes completely pale. She opens her mouth, her voice trembling wildly. "Order Whitmore, please! I was only trying to protect the Ashford line! The human girl used forbidden blood witchcraft to heal the Alpha's sister! She is dangerous!" Order Frederick Whitmore steps forward, his dark fur cloak rustling in the midnight wind. His eyes darken as he points a heav

one of the alphas remarked, his voice filled with a disturbing mixture of desire, hunger, and loathing. "What are you doing here?" another alpha demanded, but I stood frozen, unable to utter a single word. I wondered how fate had led me to the territory of these powerful alphas, knowing full well the deep-rooted enmity between witches and werewolves. The urge to run surged within me, but I remembered the brown-haired witch's warning not to run, no matter the circumstances. Reluctantly, I forced myself to remain motionless.

In the middle was herb garden, small glowing orbs floated around it as blue butterflies fluttered about happily. Gerwulf placed me at one of the tables and instructed me to remove my shirt. I carefully pulled my warm sweater off and awkwardly dangled my legs from the side. "A true witch is hard to kill. Hylda thought cutting her throat would do the trick, but nope," Gerwulf turned towards me with a small glass pot in his hand. He opened it and rubbed the salve onto the bite marks. "How do you kill a witch then?" "It's much more gruesome than that. You have to pierce the heart, separate the head, and burn the body. Otherwise they'll just heal. How fast depends on how much damage they take."

This obnoxious feeling he has towards her, that he thought had long since faded, is coming back to him. 'My aunt? She's gentle and kind, believe me. There's nothing to be scared about!' he recalled Anne's voice out of the blue. "To put it simply, I . . am the living vessel of the four Witches' blessings combined." *** Love, Charity, Courage, Humility, Pledge, Baptismal and Justice, the Gods of heavenly principles each gave birth to the uprising of the Seven Witches. There were no preserved record of the Seven's identity. And as for Serina, she was only introduced into four of them — including her late master.

When the blonde woman held up the portrait with a stricken look on her face, both men could see that her full curvy body was barely covered in the sheerest night slip that hinted the rosy hue of her nipples and the tiny panties that covered the junction of her thighs. "Who is there?" The woman demanded in a voice that shook with fear. The officer and guards took a step into the house to be heard over the loud siren. "Ma'am, my name is Officer Zeke who are you?" "Police?" The woman asked. "Oh thank goodness," she took a step forward and slipped, falling on the last step and causing her night slip to bunch up to reveal her creamy skin. The officer was quick to help her to her feet and as he di