Overwatch Witch Mercy Novels & Stories

Mercy shook her head and knew that this needed to be stopped now. Not a lot of memories lingered in her mind, but she did have plenty of physical responses to pull from that told her what she needed to do. The best way to deal with Rider was to deal with everyone all at once. Mercy reached the edge of the battlefield and stopped. She saw wolves engaged in battle all around her. It was difficult to tell who was winning, but it didn’t matter. She knew that she could end it all without anyone else having to get hurt on either side, and she had a feeling that the wolves fighting for Rider’s side didn’t want to be there either.

Recognition, again, like the two of us were discovering a shared language without the words for it. “You can’t promise that,” she whispered. “I can promise me,” I said. “That’s all anyone can do.” Mercy appeared behind us, as if she’d stepped out of the air itself. She carried a small pouch at her hip, herbs and needles and other quiet weapons. “Stop,” she said. We stopped. Mercy crouched and pressed her palm to the ground, eyes half-lidded. The gesture looked like prayer until you watched her fingers, the way they traced patterns too deliberate to be reverent.

“Reacting to Jaxson. To his witch. To those things they summoned. It ends now.” Camerin’s eyes met mine. “Orders?” “Full hunt,” I said. “The witch is the priority. Special forces go after her first. We take her out before she summons another monster, before she strengthens whatever is left of Jaxson’s power. I want her erased from the map.” Camerin nodded once, sharp and cold.I turned to Beta Marcus next. He straightened instantly.

He growled in a wolf's voice: "There is a demon king out there, Eva! You are the last of the Rose witches! Do you have any idea what he might do for your blood? You are not going anywhere!" But that move had drained the very last drop of Eva's patience. In an instant, she spread her palms open and awakened the witch within. With violet embers flickering in her eyes, violet fire blazed from her hands. "You were right! I am the last witch of the Rose bloodline, and there is no one else like me , no one to match my kind, my power! Now get out of my way. Because if I have to trample you to pass, don't you dare put on the drama of 'You were always a traitor, Rose girl!'" she screamed. Mystical en

Hope. The witches cast protective spells over the battlefield, and the hybrids carried their fallen to a growing pyre. I walked toward Serenity. She didn’t notice me at first, too focused on helping a witch heal a young wolf who’d barely survived. When she finally looked up, her eyes softened. "Tay," she said, her voice hoarse but warm. “How’s your arm?” I glanced at the bandage one of the witches had wrapped around it earlier. “Still attached,” I said with a half-smile. “What about you? You look like you’ve been through hell.”

In an instant the witch is found in a dark space, the world around her seemingly to have disappeared. She looks around herself, holding her hands out in front of her as she steps tentatively. Her heart beats erratically as her breathing becomes harder. “What..what’s going on?” her shaking voice calls out to the emptiness around her. “Ramona Grace, daughter of Ericka and Arthur Grace, Dark Witch of the Soul Coven….You have been judged. In your 962 years of life you have killed over 1,500 beings…all of witch have been for your own personal gain or those of others,” Azura’s voice echos through the void as the witch searches around frantically for the owner. “You must be held accountable f

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’

This time I would be the one attacking, I need to start planning a strategy to attack, I'm done playing defense, it's time to attack. My eyes glowed while I sent a brutal mind link to my cousin, “I need every single detail about where those Wendigos are coming from. I want eyes on those witches, check every hole you think those Wendigos might be coming out from. Search the whole of this town and the nearest pack beside us, and also send a message to the council, we need to have a meeting with them. Enough is enough!” “Yes, Alpha!” Dexter answered through the mind link, everyone could feel the anger radiating from my body, they had cleared up the way for me to pass.