Tracer X Widowmaker Novels & Stories

You could say he acted as the matchmaker for Isabel and me. After browsing through the mall's offerings for quite some time, I eventually decided to get Professor Carter a garnet pendant. Garnet was said to protect its wearer from harm, and Professor Carter wasn't getting any younger. I hoped the garnet would help ensure that he had many more good years to come. Professor Carter's birthday fell on the last day I spent in this city. After his birthday celebration, I would fly back home to get married. Last night, Isabel sent me a text saying that she might not be back because of work. When I failed to respond to her, she called me up to rebuke me.

Sparks flew as bullets ricocheted off the armored chassis. "Tracy, we need an out, now!" Sean roared through the earpiece. My fingers blurred across the keyboard. I bypassed the secondary firewalls of the city's grid, desperately hacking the localized traffic control. "I'm turning the grid! Giving you a corridor-go!" I forced the barriers on the opposite side to lift, simultaneously dropping a heavy blast door on the overpass to cut off Chandler's reinforcements. A high-speed chase ignited instantly as Sean’s team peeled out, tires screeching on the wet pavement.

Once we had it back in our own pack lands, I was hopeful it would help restore the other Alphas’ faith in Maddox so he could rule in piece again. I can't shake the feeling that something is off about Trinity. She's Maddox's dead wife's cousin, and she looks almost exactly like her. When Maddox was forced by the other Alphas to find a Luna, Trinity encouraged him to give me a fair shot. She’s helped me so much when it comes to learning to be a Luna. I will always be grateful to her for that, but that doesn’t mean I know I can trust her.

I instructed Isaac, and he gave me a nod before leaving the office. Tracers were very rare, especially the ones born as one. They had the ability to identify even the tiniest scent that a normal wolf would miss. We have very few born tracers, but we've managed to train some others as well. It was a difficult and nearly impossible task, but we managed. “Double the security on the borders, the town and the pack house. Let everyone know, battle training begins again but nothing intense.”

My wolf whines, torn between vengeance and the ache for family. I need to mend this, but Lana’s schemes—and Damon’s tutor plan—leave no room for weakness. My phone vibrates, a sharp ping cutting through the tension. I glance at the screen, my heart stuttering—an alert from my hacker alias: Trace detected. Someone’s probing your firewall. My wolf snarls, claws scraping my soul. I covered my tracks when I swapped the video, but someone’s digging—someone skilled. Is it Adam, Gideon’s assistant, following his orders to trace the footage?

“We send someone better. My second will walk beside Trisha for a fortnight. Not to command. To witness. To bleed, if need be.” She tapped a nail on the seal. “If the Ridge falls, we fall. If the Hollow rises, we fall. If Trisha falters then she was not meant to lead.” “But if she holds?” Trixie smiled faintly. “Then we may yet have a Luna worth trusting.” In the Ridge woods, the dead were buried without ceremony. The wounded tended in silence. Trisha remained long after others had gone, crouched near the fire, the broken Hollow claw in hand. Her mark glowed faint beneath her collar—warm, steady.

It glittered like glass crystals, felt like silver, and patterned like scales made of thorns. As I was admiring my weapon, Tracy emerged from the cubicle wearing the white mask, holding an axe, and covered in black slime. She was growling as she approached me. If she would have done this rage on stage I would have hated her less. It's entertaining. Anyhow, this is not the time for a critique.

one of the wolf said growling but Travis just cracked his neck in response. "Maybe you didn't get to see what i am made of" Trivas said and drew out his hunter sword. "I vowed to eradicate the race of all supernaturals, since you want me to start with you, i will gladly." with that Trivas sped past one of the wolves and his head just rolled out of his neck. The remaining wolves growled and dashed towards him again but they lost their legs in return. Trivas finally struck their head with a rod leaving them to breath to death.

He was looking at the ceiling of the cage. Thump. Something heavy landed on the roof of the elevator. Thump. Thump. Two more. "Shadow Guards," Tristan whispered, drawing his rapier. "Rowan’s personal hunters." He looked at Saoirse. "They tracked us. The hood wasn't enough." The roof hatch exploded inward. A figure dropped into the cage—a silhouette wrapped in black bandages, wielding dual sickle-blades. Tristan moved instantly. He parried the first strike, sparks flying as steel met steel.

"The security droids are idling. The loop is holding, but the core processor is starting to purge the memory. You have three minutes before the house wakes up." "I don't need three minutes," Dante replied. I heard the muffled thud of a flash-bang from the floor above, followed by the rhythmic, clinical pop-pop of his suppressed .45s. He wasn't auditing; he was clearing the ledger. I reached the server vault a chamber of pulsing crimson light that looked like the interior of a heart. And there, sitting in a high-backed chair of spun glass, was the discrepancy I had been hunting. The Widow. She didn't look like a ghost. She looked like a queen in exile. Her hair was a shock of silver, pulled b