Overwatch X Reader Novels & Stories

The Soulwaker was able to dodge all those hurdles while remaining afloat. The red robot seemed angry as he charged a punch right before her eyes. Xiao screamed internally, thinking that once she’d be hit with it, she’ll instantly die. But the Soulwaker was able to dodge the charge as she teleported behind the robot and kicked its head. Xiao was so speechless, as things were happening so fast, nearly making her pass out. But as soon as she remembered that she’s only in the inside, while the Soulwaker’s the one doing all the work, then she realized that she got nothing to actually worry about because she’ll be saved.

It tickled, and this time my laugh sounded real. “I'm Owen Winters, dummy. It's you I'm worried about,” he replied, his hands moving to my breast. “I'm Amelia Xavier, daughter of Dylan Xavier, one who doesn't fear a Xavier, doesn't fear anything at all.” I laughed, partly because he finally grabbed my breast and partly because my words sounded as though I were bragging. Owen laughed, his frosty eyes sparkled with a better emotion. I loved this man, but… fuck it.

The whispers around her grew louder, forming a symphony of awe, but Olivia stood out among the onlookers, her gaze sharp with envy, analyzing every detail with seasoned spite. Then, as if summoned from the shadows, Xavier emerged. His presence loomed, a dark gravity that pulled all things toward him. With an ownership that spoke volumes, he slid his hand along Cathleen's waist, and the smile she offered him was a viper's dance—seductive and dangerous. It was then, in the glint of their shared glance, that Olivia felt the cold grip of exclusion. Cathleen was his orbit, his satellite, and Olivia was a mere onlooker to their celestial waltz. Olivia, more than ever, was sure Xavier and Cathleen

"Elara and Merida invited me too." Xavier quickly tapped the e-reader screen, which displayed a line he'd already written. "You're just an afterthought." Leonard silently shot him a look.

Chapter Eight (Bradley POV) I look over this Alpha Christian as he walks up to the bowling alley with his arms draped around that she-wolf. It really takes everything in me to not tear that asshole apart. He is lucky I didn’t know about him sooner or what he did to my best friend. I am the only one that she has told who he really is and the story of what happened. I may be younger than Olivia and she may not possess as many powers as her mother but I was born to be her protector. I am also half hunter so naturally I have an added threat I am tougher to hurt or kill. Olivia can’t hide her emotions from me. I know where else they show other than her eyes, she shows so much happiness with Xavie

I want to thank you guys for sticking with me throughout 'The Alpha's Unwanted Mate' journey, but now it's time for another! It's out guys! Xavier's story is out! 'A Rogue For The Alpha King', it'll be just as mind blowing as this one! Trust your author Gaydar and go read!(っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ Let me just drop the description real quick୧(＾ 〰 ＾)୨

Unlike the brutal trek from my own pack, this one felt manageable, he wasn't cruel to them. They rested each night, and hunted each day. The Watchers were exceptional hunters, silent and swift, and eerie in how they moved underground, always returning with fresh kills. There was never a shortage of meat, but I barely touched it. The bitterness in my heart made everything taste like ash. One night, as we sat by the fire with roasted meat crackling over flames, Xareth turned to me with that same unreadable expression that made my skin crawl. “You don’t seem happy,” he said casually, tearing into his food.

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

Chapter Eight: Invitations and intentions The living room glowed with the sharp flicker of a PS5 screen, the sound of digital cleats pounding turf filling the Savage residence. Xander leaned forward on the couch, jaw tight, thumbs moving with aggressive precision on the controller. Wendy sprawled beside him, legs tucked beneath her, eyes glued to the match but her mouth moving nonstop. “I still can’t believe him,” she snapped, crashing her virtual player into Xander’s. “Just swooping in like some hero. Carrying her like she’s some damsel in distress.”

“1337 meters west northwest.” She then sent a ping across her team’s systems and relayed a rough estimation of their opponent’s path. “Want us to intercept?” asked Freya. “Negative,” replied Xylo. “I’ll try for it first.” — Pilot: Xylo Role: Overwatch Loadout: Terra Nach Mar “Phantom” Mechanized Infiltrator v5 [B] Federal Shipyards MP55p Machine Pistol [C] Federal Shipyards “Citadel” Tower Shield [B]