Tracer X Widowmaker Novels & Stories

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"D*mn it! Be careful!" Lycano exclaimed. His eyes are locked to the screen of her computer where he can see Accalia. Accalia grip the gun that she was holding, she was about to shoot the werewolf but she was shocked when it got near her quickly. Her reflexes didn't see the movement of the werewolf. She shoot him but the werewolf immediately avoid the syringe and it was broken.

“Don’t thank me. I haven’t done anything but watch as Doctor Windsor saved the patient’s life. If it weren’t for her, I probably would have been inside the OR fixing the damage that Doctor Windsor had prevented from happening. I’m so glad she was on the site and did the right thing by reviving her pulse. She’s the one you should be directing your gratitude at.” Marla’s eyes welled yet again as she hurried forward to envelop me in a tight hug. I grinned at her and patter her back as she expressed her appreciation. “Doctor Windsor, I’m so thankful for your help.” Her father said a genuine feeling of thankfulness glimmering in his eyes. “I swear to help you whenever you’re in need.” Pulling awa

I went into my bathroom and took my shower, the water calmed me down, I walk out of the shower to my closet to pick my clothes for work, I had a VIP patient to attend to today, and by the look of things I was gonna be late if I don't hurry, since I spent my night dreaming, I picked a black trouser with a blue shirt as I quickly got dressed. This particular VIP patient of mine had an accident during a game, he was devastated and thought he couldn't go back to playing again, but luckily I and my team were able to bring him out of his depression, that is with his cooperation, because when he learnt that with time he could go back to the game, he wanted everything to work fast, but after much en

But the second she killed the engine, both of them immediately spotted a towering figure standing under the streetlight—Xander. Trista's heart skipped a beat. She quickly unbuckled and got out. Wynn just sat there in the driver's seat, hands gripping the wheel, staring at Xander with eyes full of gossip. She clearly wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon. Trista sighed helplessly. She tapped on the window and urged her in a low voice, "Stop staring and go home. Drive safe." Realizing she wasn't going to get any juicy drama, Wynn shot Trista a knowing wink, stepped on the gas, and reluctantly drove off.

Nothing was ever fair with Dexter. "Look out!" Tracey screamed as an arrow passed my shoulder narrowly missing the aimed spot and when I turned towards the direction of the shooter Dexter stood with a sly grin. "Let's get this over with," I said.

Lucien replied coolly, pocketing the stones. A few minutes later, as Lowell was beginning to regain sensation in his leg and looking for someone to kill, a black Aston Martin screeched into the summit clearing. A tall, imposing wolf stepped out, his aura so heavy it seemed to dim the lights of the other cars. It was Shaun Kennedy. He didn't look at the racers. His eyes were locked on Tracy. “Shaun? How did you find us?” Tracy asked, her voice small and filled with a sudden, nervous tension.

I tell Hunter as I focus my attention on this bastard. Hunter keeps banging into the door and once it gives way and he swims down to my mate, Tristan attacks. “You will not take her from me.” “She was never yours to begin with,” I growl back and let Apollo take over. Tristan is agile, I’ll give him that. Despite water slowly surrounding us he is able to dodge my attacks, but I am quick too and easily dodge his spells. ‘This fucker used the thickest silver chains I have every seen. I can’t break them Gunner, something I never though I would say.’

“Why?” Lantern hesitated. Rex tightened his grip until the man wheezed. “Because destruction is intimate,” Lantern rasped. “The Widow studies her prey… isolates them… dismantles their defenses… then ends it where it hurts most.” “When?” Lantern swallowed. “Soon. A final move. Something no security structure can stop.” For the first time that night — perhaps in years — cold spread through Rex’s veins. Not calculation. Not discipline. Terror.

He looked at me, then his gaze slid down to the small boy resting under the white sheets. "Get out, Tristan," I whispered, my voice vibrating with a primal fury that made the medical monitors flicker. "This is a Cross-secured ward. You have no right to breathe the same air as my son." "He carries my frost, Lyra," Tristan said, his voice a low, rolling thunder that seemed to strip the warmth right out of the room. He took a slow, deliberate step toward the bed, ignoring Damien’s hand shifting toward his weapon. "The genetic sweep of the Northcrest safe house just cleared my desk. The cellular markers in his marrow belong to the Crowne lineage."