Widowmaker X Tracer Novels & Stories

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.

The Origin’s voice echoed in my head, one final time before the blackout swallowed the sector. “The Hunt is beautiful, isn't it, 002? Let’s see who survives the night.” As Zora and Dante reach the edge of the "Widow’s Harbor," they find the tankers aren't empty. Thousands of Scrappers have gathered there, but they aren't hiding. They are standing in a circle, their eyes glowing with the same liquid obsidian as the Origin’s. In the center of the circle stands "The Broker." He’s wearing a suit made of woven fiber-optics that reflect the Rift above. He holds a digital tablet, and on the screen is Zora’s auction photo from Chapter 1.

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.

Or at least that was what I told myself as I lay in the dark and thought about the wedding and the prenup and the fact that in less than twelve hours I would be legally bound to a man who was probably going to destroy me. But maybe I would destroy him first. That was the hope anyway. That was what I had to believe to make this worth it. I closed my eyes and finally fell asleep and I dreamed about being still and about power and about kisses that meant more than sex ever could. ******* I found the tracker three days after the wedding when I was looking for my registration in the glove compartment and my hand brushed against something small and hard stuck under the dashboard. At first I though

He'd married a woman he loved and systematically destroyed her because he was too afraid to be vulnerable. I found security footage from the penthouse. Hours of it. I watched myself come home late, ignore Elara's attempts at conversation, eat dinners she'd prepared while working on my laptop. I watched her face fall, watched her slowly stop trying, watched the light go out of her eyes.

Jared’s eyes darkened and said coldly, “I saw it.” Lucifer, the most powerful hacker in The Hunters, had caused him to lose a lot of money three months ago. He had been looking for this hacker, but she had not appeared. So he had to put a bounty on her. When she suddenly went online today, Jared immediately sent someone to trace her location. He had failed to defeat Lucifer’s firewall, and Lucifer had successfully gone online and accepted a job before going dark again. This was nothing short of a provocation to him. “What do we do?” Max did not know what to do. “She was online for quite a while, yet our people could not trace her down.”

What I truly longed for, what would have made this victory complete, was seeing my beloved parents again. The bitter truth cut through me like a blade. I had allowed the man who planned their deaths into my life. I had loved him. I had let him and his family treat me like nothing. And now, even though justice had been served, my heart still bled. “Come on,” Carolina’s voice broke through my haze as she positioned herself behind me. “You won the case, Martha. Peter Henderson is finally going to pay for everything he took from you.” I turned to her and forced a thin-lipped smile. “Yes, I won,” I murmured, my voice distant, detached.

They had joined Xavier’s war. “Pull back!” I shouted. “Now!” Our front line collapsed inward. The Talons swept in like a thunderstorm, their leader, a woman in red leather with ash-gray eyes, slaughtering without pause. Her sword curved like a snake. Her lips never moved. Her kills were silent. Efficient. I knew her name before Damon whispered it from behind me. “Kaiya the Widow.” Xavier had bought the most feared killer on the eastern coast. And he’d aimed her at me.

Aiden instructed. He turned to Grey and added, "Consult professional trackers, seek the assistance of professional trackers or bounty hunters who specialize in finding elusive individuals. They may have extensive networks and resources to help locate their targets. I don't want just one, but more than three." "Ok," they both said in unison and left to carry out their tasks. Aiden remained deep in thought, determined to track down his ex-wife and avenge his nephew's death. Suddenly, his phone rang, and it was Emine calling.