Tracer X Widowmaker Novels & Stories

"Congratulations, Alpha. We will speak again once we are able to mobilize the remaining support." The screen went blank as the vampire ended the call leaving Lucas to dwell in silence. The moment the blizzard hit, any attempts to track the missing women had come to a disappointing end. It had been hard enough to track their scents in the first place. It had been watered down to start with, so the fresh snow simply buried it. Their efforts tracking the fugitive were going better but only marginally. Their best trackers were in pursuit so at least there was a chance they could apprehend him again. It was a plus, but Lucas didn't feel satisfied by the news like he normally would. It was probabl

Ariadne manages. The woman laughs, a roughness to her that's so uncharacteristic of a doctor. "Not formally." She offers her hand, and Ariadne shakes it. "I'm Tracey, the Rose Wolf. It's nice to meet you." "Do you know why I'm here?" Ariadne asks, taking a seat while the Doctor patches Victor up. "You wanted to ask about Gordon," Tracey rightly says, a curtain of dark hair covering her face as she leans into Victor's space. "I know a few things. He's a dangerous man."

Heavy tears come rolling down my cheeks more from the pain than from the sound of raw anguish in his voice as he continues, "Tracy was weak, Destiny. She was weak after childbirth and you took advantage of that to kill her. Be brave enough to admit it!" Those words make something in my chest break. Tracy? Weak? Isn't she the same woman that asked for a party to be thrown the minute she gave birth because she was so strong? "Tracy is a trained warrior wolf, Tristan. I wouldn't be able to defeat her in combat, not even on her worst day." The words scrape out of my hoarse throat as my body trembles from pain but it's true. He knows it's true. Tristan's voice only cracks with more emotion as he

Unknown POV “Do it again.” The hunter grits his teeth as his wrist bleeds, again. The runic brand burns up his arm like fire ants under the skin. “But sir...” “I said do it again. Recast the tracer.” Another team member, who is older, and slower, with runes carved into his neck, glares from the side. “You saw what happened last time. The mark rebounded. That was a blood-seal we triggered.” The leader, a man known only as Vice, slams his fist into the wall. Cracks spiderweb outward, but it is nothing compared to the fractures forming in his pride.

**<< Could be key… Antidote research… Reverse engineering… Need its genetic profile… Without it… fighting blind… >>** The burden of the vial grew heavier. Destroying it eliminated one weapon but sacrificed potential salvation. Keeping it made them a target and risked it falling back into enemy hands. Before they could debate, Winters stiffened. He pulled a compact scanner from his pack – different from the thermal imager. It emitted a low, urgent beep. His expression, usually impassive, tightened almost imperceptibly. **<< Signal trace. Short-range. Directional. >>** He moved swiftly to the clinic’s grimy window, peering out into the rain-lashed darkness. **<< Triangulating… source: perimete

That empty feeling I’ve been trying to ignore closes further. “Deep breath baby girl.” I breathe in. “And let it out.” Phoenix guides me and I do as he says. I breathe out slowly as his cock head presses against my back hole. I’m already so full of Trax that it seems impossible that he will fit, but he keeps up the pressure until his widest part pops through my tight ring. Holy crap. Willows claws slip out and dig into Trax’ shoulders. Thank heavens he is built like a bulldozer because a lesser man would be mauled to bits in minutes.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Thirty minutes passed, and now, they only had thirty minutes left before the basilisk spawned. Tracer nudged Gambler, who eyed Sasha. They should take the sniper girl along. She was fast on her feet and would make a very good runner for luring those white eggs into their trap. The boys checked their resources. They snatched several flour sacks and eyed the fruit knife. Zen noticed two very heated stares and raised a brow. “Do you need this?” he asked. Tracer nodded. “We also need Sasha if it isn’t too much to ask. We don’t have enough white eggs yet, do we?”