Satya Overwatch Novels & Stories

Sathe looked at her, nodding his head and slowly, the whites in his eyes started to form again, the fur on his arm receded back into his skin and then he fell unconscious against her. She hugged around him before he could fall, turning towards the idiot behind her. “Look what you did!” “That’s not the problem here, did Sathe just growl at me?” “And what if he did?” Verya scoffed. “Come help him on my back, he’s unconscious.” “Me?” “Then who the f*ck else?” The boy glared at her, but begrudgingly came over to help anyway. He grabbed Sathe and Verya bent as he threw him onto her back. “F*cking useless, he fell unconscious because of that...”

His heart was racing as the steps were coming closer and closer then finally he saw someone he never thought could do this. "Surprise! Surprise! How was your nap doll face?" Satanika asked as she folded her hands. Satanika wore a back tank top with a black sweater on top, black miniskirt with black net stockings and black sneakers. She packed her hair pony with a part of her hair sticking out in the front and added black and purple streak ribbons to her hair. "You! You're the killer?" He asked as his eyes widened. Satanika took the chair that is facing him and laid on it.

Well, we just hope that in the future if that ‘person’ ever appeared in front of him, dressed plainly but still excluded the superiority an elder should have and be respected because of the big gap of differences in aura, Ada will not feel his face like being slap a thousand times. Name: Ada Flame Age: 30 years old Identity: Sotiras HS9 Special Sotiras Ability: Foxy Blue Red Fire Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Shifter Sotiras’ [Anyone is his enemy, not even his same kind was spared. He will blow Heroes out with his Foxy Blue Red fire to vent if upset and even will confront Sotiras head-on if the other party make him dislike it a bit] Judging from the bio of this 'Sotiras' alone,

Together. *** Somewhere else, under perfect lights, Elara watched. On one bank of screens: the summit balcony in external view—no obvious violence, just a man leaning over his date. On another: the internal readouts from S‑07. Override engaged. Override resisted. Override failed. “Stubborn,” Elara said softly. “Predictable. Inconvenient.” An assistant program pulsed a suggestion. > **RECOMMENDATION: TERMINATE UNSTABLE ASSET.**

“Calm down, whatever it is, it's ok, nothing's going to happen to you.” “Here, have some water.” “Don't let him come near me.” “Who? Tell us! We will protect you.” “Hurry hide him cover him with scent control, his leaking strawberry melon scent” “I'm afraid his on heat! Alpha spread, don't get close” “Let me carry him to my space.” Shaun whispered something to himself, after hearing the recorded situation from his satellite, only then it dawned onto him, that what happens between them was not a dream, the knotting was real.

And we have to be able to trust her too. I climb into the van that is used for the tech team, seeing Cipher in the driver’s seat. “I heard you went down,” I say. “Luna Yara, aka Luna Murmur, aka Sanatrix, fixed me up and now I’m ready to fight another day.” “Sanatrix?” I ask. He grins proudly. “Yeah, my sexy, smart mate came up with that one.” “Oh goddess, there’s another one of you,” I grumble. “And she’s going for the elite squads. Lucky you,” he says grinning even more widely.

Seeing no one respond, Samantha roared unwillingly, “The livelihoods of over a thousand employees are gone. You’ll be cursed to death by everyone!” Her clownish posture was fully exposed as I lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. Then, a brightly lit yacht sped toward us, with scattered lights trailing behind it. “Ma’am, are you alright?” A group of burly men in suits rushed onto the yacht. The scar-faced man at the front, Scar Joe, hurried over and helped her up. Just recovering from her shock, Maya saw him and cried pitifully, “Scar Joe, you have to stand up for me!”

I blinked, all wide-eyed and innocent. "What are you talking about? I'm not Evelyn Everton. My name's Evelina Everton." Their faces froze as I laid it out. "What, planning to swap my score? Too late. I legally changed my name before the SATs—eighteen, remember? The one who tested was Evelina Everton. "As for Evelyn Everton, the one you messed with? Her family doesn't play nice. Hope you're ready for the fallout."

This time he would bring his princess home safely, then make every single person who had touched her pay in blood. “Ventilation access here,” he murmured, tapping a point on the digital map. “Team Alpha goes in silent. Team Bravo provides overwatch. I want Voss and Victoria breathing when I walk through that door. They need to see her in my arms before I end them.” Sophia nodded, updating the timeline on her tablet. Ryan adjusted the satellite feed, zooming in on the industrial building’s weak points. The low hum of planning filled the room efficient, deadly, focused.

Sathya stood up from his chair and walked towards the cafeteria. “When are you going to settle down?” His teammate asked as they sat with a coffee cup each. “Searching for a perfect girl for me.” Sathya looked at the sky. His teammate turned in the direction where Sathya was looking. He took his hands, placed them on his forehead, and squinted at the bright sky. “I don’t see a girl there.” His wry humor agitated Sathya extremely. “I meant a girl would have already born for me. I am just waiting for her. Destiny is powerful. No one can stop it.”