Widowmaker X Tracer Novels & Stories

Until the ghost became the hunter. One way or another, X's forty-year revenge ended soon. Either he completed it by making me his weapon. Or I completed mine by using his trust to annihilate him. Tick tock, X. Tick tock.

I'm a hunter or so I was told, it all began when I was 16, I went hiking with my family somehow I got lost in the woods I wandered around aimlessly until I met an injured lady, she had been poked, she was hurting a lot, she pleaded with me to help her pull it out, I was scared, worried but most of all I wanted to help her out I took hold of the edge and drove the stick in her, I killed her, I waited for an emotion , I wanted to be scared, to run, to call for help, to cry but nothing all I felt was content , I moved away from her body wandering further till I was found, The next day we all went home, away from the hiking grounds. I got home thinking of what I did. I killed someone and

"Keep Donati alive, but find out whose name was on the routing slips. I want the exact signature." Before Marco could turn to leave, the sound of a shattering glass echoed from the far end of the grand hallway. Julia didn't hesitate. She drew the small, sleek pistol concealed beneath her blazer and moved swiftly toward the sound, with Luca right behind her. They reached the doors of the east wing guest quarters. One of the enforcers stationed outside looked sheepish, pointing inside. Sophia Marino stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by the fragments of a broken crystal water pitcher.

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.

Spider screamed, charging through smoke and bullets to drag Widowmaker to safety. She barely got her out alive. Later — Vulture’s Domain The Widowmaker lay unconscious in the lower infirmary, her body broken but alive. Vulture stood beside her with one of his medical experts, blood still staining his hands from where he helped stop the bleeding. “She’ll live,” the doctor said. “But she needs time. Days. Maybe weeks.” Spider stood at the doorway, fists clenched. “I go alone from here.” No one tried to stop her. But just as she was about to leave, Viktor came running in, breathless, holding a flash drive.

He had seen them before and could easily recognize them. “Why is there a tracker on the watch? Who did she receive it from?” He asked. As he tried to figure it out, he decided to put the back again and placed the watch on its case. He carefully placed the tracker on a little box and walked out of the room to return the watch to her. She was no longer being tracked when she wore it, but whoever sent it must have malicious intention toward her. Darius went back into her room and placed the watch back in the safe. Then he quietly exited to make sure that she did not wake up and made everything seemed like nothing had happened.

Are you sure you can stop us? Everyone was knocked off their feet by a tremendous explosion that rocked the warehouse before Isabella could react. Their vision was obscured by smoke and debris in the air. The Whisperer and Marquez were gone when the dust settled. Outside the warehouse, the family gathered again, their features marked with weariness and annoyance. With disappointment in his voice, Xander stated, "They escaped." Gabriel pointed to a tiny gadget he had taken from one of the guards and remarked, "But not without a trail." "This tracker will tell us what they're going to do next."

Her breasts lay exposed as spit ran down her face. “Out,” I said. She obeyed without a sound. She covered her bare chest and scuttled to the doorway, eyes on the floor. When she was out of the room, I turned to my lieuutenant. “Why the pause?” I asked him, voice level but cold. He swallowed. “There’s a complication. Tristan Walker—Shadow—he’s in the house with her.” I leaned back on my seat and laughed. "Tristan motherfucking Walker. I never thought I would hear of that bastard''

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

She thinks that the two werewolves might still be following her and made this scene for her to get killed by them. "Argh! Stay away!" Then, she hears again the voice screaming for help. Accalia's mind was made up. She brings out her weapon--- a knife and a syringe with wolfsbane. Accalia was careful in entering the alley. She can't see a thing but she has a strong hunch. After a while of walking, she hears the growled near her. Then, she saw two paired of eyes in the dark. And in just a second the eyes focused on her.