Tracer X Widowmaker Novels & Stories

She didn’t flinch when Dom’s hand settled at her waist—a claim, a warning, a promise. The Widow smiled, all bone and calculation. “Every dynasty reaches a crossroads, daughter. Tonight, you choose the path. Not as a Cayde. Not as Laev’s prize. As yourself.” Dom’s gaze burned across the room, warning Widow to watch her tongue. He didn’t move, but the threat in his stillness was enough. The Widow opened the box with a soft click, revealing three objects: a spine ring of hammered silver, an ivory bone-blade stained at the hilt, and a shard of blackened glass, edges melted from old fire.

XAVIER Her scent was faint, hopefully it’s enough to follow. Goddess let it be enough. Following the scent to a hallway; it was faint yet again. Picking up another scent as well, “Tristen?” Honestly, I don’t care enough to find him at the moment, I won’t let her escape this time. I mind linked Skylar so he can track him. I don’t care that Adriel took over again, he’s on his own tonight.

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.

A dark witch with Treasa’s powers is enough to make even the strongest of Guardian’s cower. “Okay sweetie, let’s go see if we can make Daddy better.” Damon followed Saraid and Treasa down the grand staircase and into the family room where Jax, Chase, and Wendy sat having a serious conversation with the man formerly known as Liam. Treasa ran over to Liam and stood in front of him expectantly. She said nothing and everything with her smile and raised arms, letting him know that she wanted him to pick her up. He shifted his gaze to Saraid, his brows raised in confusion. Saraid simply nodded and looked away, letting Liam know it was okay to pick her up. This was almost too much for her heart to

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.