Widowmaker X Tracer Novels & Stories

Trisha said to Hunter as everyone assembled in the conference room. "Apologies to all of you. I had to take certain measures to ensure Hunter's security while he was on his mission," the Admiral explained, leaving the members of the Astral Guardians exchanging puzzled looks. 1 Month Ago.. Hunter glanced around, conflicted but determined. The rising cases of murdered street children, all victims of gruesome lab experiments for a biochemical weapon called Death X, weighed heavily on him. He couldn't ignore the President's and Alpha King's request for a joint mission with the UN. The stakes were too high.

Trax looked between the both of us and then to his half brother as he walked off. I looked at Adrian for an explanation. "Trax is a hybrid of werewolf and vampire." "Don't move too much and you should be fine." The doc said, "The brace can come off tomorrow night." He left. "I'm so sorry Blair-Boo" Trax was crying in a heap on the floor. His smiling demeanor was gone. Blake came into view, "Let's get you cleaned up Trax. Blair-Boo is going to need her rest." She gave me a wary smile as Trax went off with her to her room. Adrian picked me up slowly and we went to our room. I was asleep so fast.

He smirked with something sick flashing in his eyes as he glanced at Elena, who was fully focused on the ballet performance opening the event. "Two?" I asked, incredulous. "Yeah. A sniper and a spy. Both working together. She took them out." Lucas leaned back, drained his martini, and stood. A crowd of women swarmed him—but they gave him space. Word still lingered about that incident a while back when a woman got too close... and he shot her in the head without flinching. "I was too busy dealing with other crap to send just one assassin after you," I muttered toward Elena.

She asked and non of us could utter a word. " Yaya help her clean up lemme get the car, we are going to the hospital" she said and went out. He helped me clean up and by the time we got out Ikhlas was already waiting in the car I carefully got in with him by my side and she drove off. ************** "Her baby couldn't withstand the stress she subjected herself to during the wedding. Am sorry" The doctor explained. Ikhlas's eyes were teary and Surprisingly after confirming the miscarriage from the doctor I couldn't cry.

"You hoarded the medicine my mate needed to survive the Lunar Decay. You tried to leverage her life for your financial gain." "It was a legal business transaction!" Chandler shouted, finally meeting my gaze. "I bought pharmaceutical assets! You used an armed strike team to steal them!" "Because your wife poisoned her first!" I roared back. The precise acoustics of the circular room amplified the raw anger in my voice. "Yvonne hired a rogue shifter to slip a neurotoxin into Tracy's drink at the Silver Moon Gala. Your own hitman confessed before he died." Anxious whispers erupted across the tiered benches.

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?

With a heart consumed by envy, she set her sights on tearing down her sister's newfound happiness, determined to see her suffer. One fateful day, as Marvis and Jace sought shelter in a secluded cabin deep in the woods, Tracey seized her opportunity to strike. With a cadre of hired henchmen at her command, she descended upon the cabin with a ferocity that left Marvis and Jace reeling.

I tell her as she walks out, closing the door behind her. “I hope you are here to help me escape?” Xander grumbles “I lost a leg for fuck’s sake,” he shakes his head, eyes rolling “I’ve been in here a week and Mat isn’t telling me anything!” He raises his hands in frustration. This is more like the Xander I am used to. “We don’t have anything to tell you. The trackers came up empty-handed. There was no trace of the bastards and Tobias didn’t leave anyone alive, he only managed to get two of them. Both human.”

“How the hell did they find him? He was with Asa, your most trusted guard.” Noah was already tapping into surveillance footage, attempting to trace digital breadcrumbs. “The feed was bounced through a hundred proxies. Military-grade rerouting. Whoever did this is better than anything I’ve seen.” Grace’s voice was steel. “It’s The Widow.” Noah’s fingers froze over the keyboard. “Then we’re not up against an assassin anymore.” Damien muttered, “We’re up against a ghost.” Grace turned sharply. “Then it’s time we hunted one.” Oslo, 48 Hours Earlier

Isabel was so enraged that she slapped him and shrieked, "You're disgusting!" "Who are you calling disgusting, huh? Who's the one who flirted with me behind her fiancé's back?" Cameron retorted. Alas, those words struck a raw nerve. Isabel grabbed a knife from her bag and stabbed Cameron in the abdomen. Thankfully, he was taken to the hospital in time and survived the attack. Nonetheless, Isabel's life was ruined for good. But that had nothing to do with me anymore. The End.