Avenger Natasha Novels & Stories

“So where is the real Natasha? The one who came to this pack years ago under the guise of Natasha Zorin and has been affiliated with you, Ivan, as your mate.” Dead silence. None of them speaks for a good three seconds. I can see the gears turning in their heads as they visibly struggle with the information I’ve provided. “Natasha Zorin is Natasha Gillan?” the woman speaks. “Impossible. Impossible! Yo–You’re kidding, right? Or you’ve made a mistake. Natasha is this woman.” She points at the woman they brought. “This is Natasha Zorin. She is an Omega, an orphan whose parents served Ivan’s family. After their death in an accident, and considering their commitment, the late Alpha decides to spon

"Good night Daniel." When Natasha's eyes flutter open the next morning, there’s a nose huffing steady breaths where it’s pressed into her hair and an arm draped across her middle, just below her breast. Her brain is still foggy with sleep, and as she tries to recall a memory from yesterday that maybe she decided to take someone back to her hotel after all, that she finally feel brave enough to have someone to warm her bed, to make her feel good after all the things Josh has done to her.

Rajveer "Now we'll need Natasha's venom." Aayan nodded his head.

Kayla stated. “Where is she?” I yelled angrily. “How are we sure that she haven’t told the bitch that she works for all the information she have learned from us.” “I swear I’m here to help you guys. I just got the message now that they captured Natasha yesterday. And my friend was able to capture Anele picture. Here take a look.” She stated and handed me her phone. “What the fuck.” I stated surprised when I saw her face. “Look.” “What the hell? How is she still alive? We all saw her turn into ashes.” Steven stated. “Is she that powerful to bring herself back to life?”

"...that you're the most disgusting excuse for a father I've ever seen." Richard didn't react, he simply watched her. "I expected resistance... I'll give you until tomorrow night... if you don't return..." His voice became almost conversational. "...I'll make sure Ethan wishes he had." Natasha held his gaze for one long moment and then turned and walked toward the door. As she reached it, she stopped without looking back. "You haven't broken him." She spoke quietly. "You've only shown me exactly what kind of monster you are." She opened the door. "And monsters...always fall."

“Are you crazy? I don’t doubt your skills, but Aaron is from an Alpha bloodline; he would kill you—" “When that happens, you would take the Luna far away from here and keep her safe. There’s no other way.” Natasha was many things, but not until now could I see that her loyalty to the pack had always been genuine. And then, she walked away without another word. “We can’t let her die; I have to do something.” “No, she is right…” I didn’t catch the rest of Angelina’s words, because now a memory resurfaced. Wraith had been here; he’d held my hands and said something to me. I tried to recall what he’d said, but my memory was all fuzzy.

Ava Sánchez, just eighteen, trudged through New York City's twisted streets, her body worn thin by the relentless grind of survival. Her dark eyes, once lively, now mirrored her exhaustion, and her brown hair, streaked with the city's grime, framed a face drained of color. Hunger and anxiety pressed on her frail shoulders, each step forward a battle against the desperation gnawing at her insides.

I hoped he would man up quick and marry her already. We got to the cell where we held the vampire. I noticed she was being taken care of as I had instructed. She had just finished her drink. She looked clean and pampered. All that could change pending her cooperation. " What is your name," I asked the young woman. " Natasha," she said with a heavy Russian accent. " How old are you?" I asked out of curiosity, it wasn't relevant to my question. " Fifty years old." She replied and my eyes widened. The girl looked Eighteen. It was as if she was frozen in time.

The witches picked me to be the one who would be able to bring down the werewolf prince, and that is my job and the reason I'm here. I had been taught by Lake Huran since I was a child in all combat skills as well as how to murder and assassinate a werewolf specifically for this job. I had also participated in conflicts between werewolves and vampires, and was dubbed "The Alpha Slayer" by my fellow werewolves since I was responsible for the deaths of hundreds of werewolf Alphas, who were notoriously tough to kill. So I was a werewolf hunter trained by a Vampire princess, and I was on a mission to assassinate the werewolf prince.

she glared back at her. "I'm Vanessa fucking Blackwell, I can own whatever I want," she sneered. "Jake is my - " Izzie started but Vanessa cut her off. "Loyal to me now," she finished for her with a smirk, "My blood is in his veins, little slayer, I am his sire, he works for me." The thought of Jake not only being a vampire but being a vampire that was controlled by this monster barbie for eternity was almost too sickening to think about.