Tracer X Widowmaker Novels & Stories

“After the first attack at her house, I put trackers on her phone and yours. Just in case.” I didn’t like it, but I didn’t have the strength to argue. Finding Sophia was the only thing that mattered to me right now. “Can you track her now?” I asked, my voice quiet. Damien nodded once, “I’m on it. I have my team tracing her phone right now." Damien’s phone rang again, and he picked it up while I still watched him like a hawk. My heart was in my throat, but when he smiled, I felt a sliver of hope.

Tracking Travis ended up being less difficult than they would have imagined. It turned out he was a straightforward sort of a Vampire. He basically seemed to stick to Highway 89 as he approached the Crazies and there were plenty of accounts of seeing a suspicious character, as well as the body of one elderly drifter that never made the evening news.

The words exploded out of me. Boris simply raised an eyebrow. Everything suddenly felt much bigger than it had an hour ago. Much more dangerous. The room seemed smaller. The situation seemed worse. Because if the rumors were true, then Traci wasn’t some random wolfless girl anymore. She was a White Wolf. Mated to two Alpha Kings. A White Wolf capable of healing fatal injuries. Boris folded his arms. “So Maddox.” His gaze locked onto mine. “You said you had this under control.”

Tracey tightened her grip on his wrist, her other hand moving to his forehead. "Hey." Her voice cracked. "You stay with me. You hear me, Cain? You don't get to die on me." I stepped back, giving the healers room, but I couldn't look away from Tracey. This wasn't the composed warrior I'd met when we arrived at Northwind. The woman who'd smiled with sharp confidence and spoken about destroying the Raven Witch with cool precision. This was someone stripped raw, every wall she'd built crumbling as she watched the man on that table fight for his life.

As she walked away, her heels clicking against the floor, I couldn’t help but smile. Trisha Don Mars was a woman after my own heart. And together, we’d destroy Damon Dark and his little human.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

“I can explain everything, but time is of the essence. The only way to get rid of that is for me to extract some of the venom in it and us that to track it to the vampire that injected you with it in the first place. They are using that to siphon from you. It’s an outlawed practice that has severe consequences. I do need them in front of you to break the connection or else your lifeforce will be fed on to heal them or save their life if anything happened to them. We won’t let them harm you. Each of us would rather be tortured than to let harm come to you.” Kellis sighed and stuck her arm out, squeezed her eyes shut, and looked away. I was not a big fan of needles either. This was the first t

i added while running my fingers through my hair. “okay” Jessy replied then left with a quiet Chase behind her. i wonder how I’m going to tell Chase everything, i hope he understands why i kept it a secret. my kind are almost extinct and are hunted so i can’t just tell anyone even my close friend without trusting them. that remind me Corvan and his friend they also found out about me. goddess why is everything a mess at the moment. well i better go take a shower cause i really need it. i walked out of the bathroom dressed in a booty short and Adam’s big hoodie is covering my short and if i don’t raise my arm up people will think im only wearing the hoodie

I look down to see him tieing a silver chain around my wrist and I struggle, to have his grip tighten on me. As he whispers lowly. "That's the scent which was there when my entire family was brutally murdered in front of my eyes." "That's the scent which I have been searching for last 5 years of my life for vengeance." "That's the scent of Daniel Black." . . . "The leader of Hunters" My mind froze and I go still. The pain on my wrist, forgotten. Tugging on the silver chains, he makes my numb form to hit his chest. He breathes heavily near my ear to only whispers in a voice as cold as ice.

Trace was an odd creature. At thirty-two, he still lived with his widowed mother rent free. Lacking full time employment, he helped Rhychard out when he needed some spending cash. His only ambition was the next level of whatever video game currently obsessed him. He was a bum for the most part and dressed like one, as well. Still, outside of Buttercup, he was the only human Rhychard could talk to about his live fantasy adventure.