20/20 Black Widow Novels & Stories

Karla: I had been called to this huge mansion by some warriors to attend a meeting. In fact, I had already been paid a generous amount just to come here. So why wouldn't I go? I was Yuvonne’s mother, a mother-in-law of an alpha too. I rushed to the location, and there stood a woman named Rosetta. She was a widow. The Black Widow, in fact. The one who supposedly ate up her mates. Her husband would just die. She was simply that unlucky.

Alexander heard the movement and swiftly dodged, escaping unscathed. "Aaah!" Someone nearby was not as fortunate. Having been struck by the poisoned mud, their body corroded into a puddle of pus instantly. The corrosiveness rivaled that of strong sulfuric acid. This person was simply unlucky, guilty of nothing but being too close to Alexander. This scene naturally attracted onlookers, but upon seeing the assailant, they all fell silent. The woman was Samuel's fiancee known as Black Widow. No one dared to provoke her. "Keep staring, and I'll have your eyes gouged out and pickled." Black Widow had just killed someone but acted as if nothing happened.

Titus Blackwood. Alpha Titus Blackwood of the Venom Fang Pack is mated to my sister, Destinee Shaw. Well, I say sister. Her wolf is the wolf of my twin sister, Selene, the Moon Goddess. So that makes Destinee my sister fucked up, I know. But it makes sense to us.

Holding a baby with a black birthmark on his forehead at the edge of the cliff. "I saw it..." Black tears were flowing through her angelic face. "I saw.. it...this child." She pointed a black dagger made up of her blood to her son's face. "Rean! put my son down!!" A sudden thunder has struck the woman, lighting up the whole place. Kepler grins. His son was growing way too far from his grip. The other team has lightened up the torch with the red smoke, Alkhun lighted up the torch with black smoke...

I think that was the couple's plan to have a child right away. I shook my head. I was not ready for what might happen. I might die from that. I'm sure I don't have a fight by chance. "Have you seen madam yet?" she whispered again. I turned my head to her, "Who's Madam?" "Alessandra's mother! " She nods her head to the aged woman inside. She stands in side-view, with her flashy fancy dress. Like some visitors, her body is almost covered with pure gold. Starts with her very sophisticated earrings and necklace. Also, don't give up on carrying this famous branded bag.

"But from the look of things, you really have pissed him off." "We want her!" Armo said, glaring at Sarah whom Stefano had pushed behind him and was now partially shielding with his body. "Who?" He asked. "She's one of mine, I want her now!" Armo stated. "What for?" "She's already been bought! Just hand her over, Franchetti." "By whom?" "She's la vedova nera!" "Si? The black widow, eh?" Stefano asked. "Yes!" Armo didn't look pleased. "But I'll punish her first before I hand her over to the buyer."

The vibration settles about three feet from my left boot, right in the center of my caribou bedding. "What manner of vermin did they set loose in my den?" I murmur, lifting the slate high to let the display's glare flood the dark sheets. A massive Blacktide adder, its neck fully flared into a hood of iridescent scales, glares back at me with unblinking, emerald eyes. It is already coiled, its lethal weight shifting to launch. If my wolf hadn't broken through my sleep cycle due to the servant's retreating tracks, my throat would already be liquefying from its fangs.

"FENNIGAN!" The scream tore from her throat—a raw, primal call that didn't just fill the room; it seemed to shake the very foundations of the Blackwood estate. She gasped, her hands flying down to clutch the enormous, rock-hard swell of her belly as if she were trying to physically shield the twins from the vacuum of the Council’s siphon. The agony was so sharp she fell back against the pillows, her breath coming in shallow, desperate hitches that sounded like sobbing.