Widowmaker X Tracer Novels & Stories

They both use periods at the end of their sentences when they are angry or irritated, they use the same phrases and sayings whenever they are trying to explain something, and even use the same emojis, although Stella used them a lot more than Tracer ever has with me. I sit at my desk, the night’s moon hanging low in the sky from outside my office window. Today required me to stay late in the office and it is not like I have anyone waiting for me at home to go back to. I scroll through my messages with Tracer, my lips pushed to the side, as I make notes of the similarities between them and Stella. My phone sits in my hand, my message with Stella on there as I begin to connect the dots between

“If I find out any of you have harmed my wife, I'll be back, and when I do, the four remaining bullets in this gun will have just one purpose." With a final glance back at the house, I turned and stepped out into the storm. Ignoring the chill of the rain soaking through my clothes, I quickly got into my car, activating the card I’d given the housekeeper earlier. The dashboard glowed to life as I exhaled slowly, my mind racing with thoughts of Marianne, and I set off toward home, hoping she'd be there. The steady hum of the engine did little to quiet my restless thoughts. Questions pounded in my mind, mingling with the drum of rain on the roof. Those men—they had undoubtedly been poisoned, an

I look at a Daniel one more time before I go out. "My name is Trace. I am his wife. "She tells me, gesturing in the direction Stan had gone. "Nice to meet you Trace. "I reply. While we wait for Stan, I do not know what to say. I have never known how to start conversations with people I wasn't familiar with. "The papers, "Trace begins "have you seen it? " I do not bother to ask what papers. "Yeah. They came in today at my work place. " "I was scared, shocked you know. I never knew I let my husband be friends with a killer. I was scared for my baby boy and myself. I asked him to leave our home, he went and crashed himself. " Trace tells me, the tears are gathering again.

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.

Then she picked up her phone, and scrolled, scrolled and scrolled. Then stopped. “Business mogul and billionaire tycoon Jasper Moretti found dead in abandoned house” the headline of the news read. Her heart skipped. "Is this one of Ethan's friends?" She asked herself. “Might be a coincidence. Maybe a name sake.” She dropped the phone and took up the book once more. Flipping more pages even though her head screamed not to. She flipped once then stopped, and flipped it back. Her heart dropped. "Nolan Cross.” Boldly written in black ink, different from the others.

My heart sank as I took in the image of the the lady he was with. Not just any woman, but my sister—my elder sister, Vivian. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I watched, frozen in disbelief. They were so caught up that they didn’t notice my presence. But as Ryan’s eyes met mine, they widened in shock. He hastily disengaged from her. Vivian’s face crumpled, her expression a mixture of disappointment and disgust—not even a hint of remorse. Not surprising. “Ophelia…” Ryan began, his voice laced with guilt, but I wasn’t ready to hear any of his lies.

Holding the bloodied knife, he charged at me recklessly, stabbing wildly. "You think you can escape me? I'll kill you—I'll kill you!" he screamed hysterically. Guests fled in panic, bumping into me as I tried to escape. But I was trapped, backed into a corner. Jake's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was a mask of madness as he approached, gripping the bloody knife and looking like a demon emerging from hell.

Aurora asked, her face displaying a large smile. “Yeah.” Xander didn’t say anything, his eyes remained on the mountain. “About the rogues, you told me you killed one of the hunters, didn’t you?” Aurora said, her eyes on Xander. I looked at Xander, dumbfounded. “You killed one of the hunters?” Xander sighed and looked at us. “Yeah, he was one of the rogues. He’s human,” Xander said, scoffing in disdain. “I want you to trace the scent. I need to find the mask behind the penetration of these filthy hunters,” Xander said and Aurora nodded.

Jaw clenched, Xavier pivoted and returned fire in one smooth motion, dropping the concealed gunman on a fire escape above before slipping into the shadows himself. Martha was trying to slip the net now, clearly desperate. But Xavier knew these streets far better than she ever would. He circled the block stealthily to where another idling vehicle waited in an alley. Within seconds he had thrown himself into the backseat. “Tail the dark sedan west!” he bit out tersely. “And raise our contacts heading it off.” Xavier relished the churning adrenaline flooding his system as they tore off into pursuit. He painstakingly checked his weapons while his driver wove through the night. Red was creeping i