20/20 Black Widow Novels & Stories

The New Woman or Warrior? Nadia's POV Life had finally settled into a comfortable routine. Elena was seven years old and thriving in school and controlling her powers better each day. The twins just turned one and were walking everywhere and getting into everything they could reach. Dylan and I were happy. Tired from parenting three kids but happy. We had found our rhythm after so much chaos… pheww!! Then James introduced the new head warrior he hired without consulting us first. Cassandra Blackwood. She was twenty-eight and beautiful, she had an athletic build, with long dark hair and a confident smile. She was formerly from the Northern Pack and highly trained with impressive credentials t

Everyone froze in shock while I just stood here, chest rising and falling, my throat clogged. "I, Diana Blackthorne of Black widow's pack, reject you, Alpha Zaden as my mate!"

I am using a faint draft. No worries, I am creating a nice habitat for the black witch moth. It isn't small, it has a seven-inch wing span, but the undead would not believe a hunter would use such a creature to spy on them. I, however, will have to give my moth at least eight inches to be realistic. Damonq nearly choked. Leave it to Sandu. The black witch moth was legendary as a harbinger of death. And eight inches? It was starting. He shouldn't have shared humor with any of them.

I got in, still always in the same dress as in the evening before, my hair glued from the rain, my Mascara probably smeared like a madman. Nobody looked at me. Or maybe I just formed it. The high house of Adrian Blackwood stood like a black monolith in the grey Jesus. Fifty floors of glass, steel and money. At the sight of me Bad. Blackwood Enterprises was one of the largest investment firms in the Land, and Adrian led them like a kingdom. They said he earned twenty-nine more money than some families in

She walked over to the vanity, picking up one of my hairbrushes and turning it over in her hands. “Well,” Lira whispered, her voice losing its usual bounce. “If she’s talking about the Extinction of fifteen years ago... then the tea isn't the only thing burning. The whole history of the Black Widow pack is built on those ashes, Angie. And I think it’s time we stopped asking your parents for the map and started digging up the graves ourselves.”

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

‎The name formed naturally. ‎La Veintiuna Negra. ‎Black Twenty-One. ‎It fit. ‎Because once she acted, the outcome was final. ‎🖤 ♣️ ‎Years passed. ‎Isabella grew into her role fully. ‎She became sharper. ‎More precise. ‎She didn’t rush decisions. ‎Didn’t waste words. ‎She understood leverage. ‎Timing. ‎Control. ‎By her early twenties, she was no longer just Mateo’s responsibility. ‎She was his equal in strategy.

“He didn’t even retaliate. He’s just… waiting. Letting me move first. Like I’m a child playing chess with the devil.” Her voice trembled—but her face didn’t. She stood, walked over to the black coin sitting on the mantle—the one the Widowmaker returned after Viktor handed it to her. Valeria stared at it. The symbol of death. Bain Blackwood’s mark. She let out a shaky breath. “I’m not afraid of you.” But her pulse said otherwise.

"Boss, don't tell me she's—" Sophia set aside her bowl of fruit, chin tilted proudly. "What's the matter? I'm Tisha, the one you call boss." "Nice to meet you, Boss Tisha!" Ronald sputtered, questioning his own sanity. Emeraldshade was the dark web's premier marketplace. He had once pictured Emerald Crab as a middle-aged, divorced dad, only to discover she was the elusive Miss King! As for Tisha? She was Emeraldshade's infamous Black Widow, a name that sent shivers down the spine of many.