Tracer X Widowmaker Novels & Stories

He siphoned just enough to nullify the movement, leaving the man’s arm feeling as heavy as lead. With a swift, precise chop to the carotid artery, Tristan rendered the pilot unconscious. *Close the gate,* Tristan commanded himself. The white, jagged veins that had flared across his hand vanished instantly. He gasped, a small bead of sweat rolling down his temple. The exertion of controlling the aperture was immense, like trying to hold back a tsunami with a wooden door, but he had done it. He had used it as a scalpel, not a bomb. Tristan ripped the master control wires from the walker’s dashboard. The machine groaned, its legs locking up. It screeched to a halt on the stone highway, sparking

"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

I glance at Tracker, who is smiling at Wendy like a proud big sister. “We know I don’t know how to do that. Or at least, I didn’t. I do now since Sphinx taught me. But she was able to get the Councilwoman and two Alpha Squad members to Arden’s room without any assistance from the guards and without making a mistake,” Tracker says.

"She said I was a home-wrecker. She said Xender was the only heir and I was a toxin. She wants me exiled, Tristan. She wants to send me back to the wastes where I’ll die alone. Is that what you want? For me to disappear so you can stay with your 'perfect' architect?" "I’ll kill them. I’ll tear the Stormriven Den apart stone by stone. Xender is behind this, I know it. He’s playing the victim in the hospital while his mother does his dirty work. He thinks he can force me to stay by removing you. He’s more of a monster than I ever imagined." "He’s always been cold, Tristan. He doesn't love you. He only loves his sigils and his power. But I... I only ever wanted you. Even when they forced me awa

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

The maid pulled me aside, her fingers tightening painfully around my wrist. “Listen to me,” she whispered urgently. “I found a way to make you leave this place.” My heart skipped violently. “There’s a car in the parking lot,” she continued, her words tumbling out. “Black sedan with plate number KJX‑409. Get inside it. Don’t hesitate at all.” My breath caught. “The driver will take you to the airport,” she said. “From there, find your family. Leave the country. Don’t look back.” My mind spun.

I added a warning, "So, be careful of whom you should trust, Pierce." Because I don't want you to end up like me.

Someone from within yelled to come in, so I opened the door. The room was shrouded in darkness, with only five computer monitors casting a faint glow. Vic’s equipment and setup were impressive and seemed to belong to a skilled hacker. The windows were painted black, blocking out any sunlight, and the walls were adorned with black soundproofing panels. I thought I would be greeted by a middle-aged man with mustard on his shirt, but surprisingly, “Vic” was a tiny woman wearing a chunky and elaborate gamer headset. “Ravenwood?” Vic asked with her back half-turned toward the monitors. She then looked over her shoulder and pointed her chin at Lukas. “Who’s the guy? I was told you’d come alone.”

She was the one they all accused of my brother’s death, but I couldn't bring myself to believe it. I knew I was in a complicated position. Sasha was out there waiting for me to return to her, but a promise I had made to her felt distant now. "I am sorry, Sasha," I whispered to myself, "but I have to find out the truth about my brother’s killer, and to do that, I must get close to his widow, the suspect." My logical mind told me this was a necessary step. My heart, however, was already betraying me. I tried to convince myself that I wasn't falling for her—no, I couldn't be. I would publicly reject her if I confirmed she killed Max.

“Bandit!” “Oh, sweetheart! Are you okay? Did that motherfucker touch you?” “No. He said his buyer wanted me untouched,” she said, and her whole body shuddered. “We got the bastard,” Bandit said, and she visibly relaxed against him. The door opened again and Nitro strode toward them. “Wrath, fuck man. We owe you.” “That’s Wrath?” Caroline asked incredulously. “You sent Wrath to find me?” “He’s the best at finding what others can’t,” Bandit said.