Avengers: Black Widow Real Name Novels & Stories

Those who knew her called her ‘Black Widow’ in private because even though they knew she was married, they had never seen her husband— his name was the only thing they knew about him. In fact, they could hardly be certain if he even existed at all. Therefore, the name Black Widow had become synonymous with this dark, mysterious woman. Lindsay was unbothered by the title; on the contrary, she seemed rather fond of it, and she constantly strived to prove that it suited her. After arguing with Kiran on the phone the previous day, she ordered her subordinates to book a chartered flight to Bayville. Right now, all she could think about was meeting Kiran and killing him.

"How? I'm already considered dead." "You'll use a new identity," Kaevan answered. "An identity that will let you move without suspicion. An identity that will let you get close to them, spy on them, and gather all the evidence we need." Alena paused, then asked carefully, "Whose identity?" Kaevan looked at Alena with an unreadable expression. "Serena Blackwood." Alena frowned. She remembered the doctor and nurse calling her that name earlier. "Who is Serena Blackwood? Why are you giving me that name?"

The man questioned. “Yes. We were able to catch a glimpse of the people who blew them up using the hidden drones. It was Alden Black Lombardi…” “Alden? He has no business with Victor if I can remember, they barely know each other. So there's no reason for him to do something like this.” “Actually… There was someone else who was spotted with him and we were just able to identify who the person was.” Ethan raised an eyebrow, silently asking for the answer. “It's a woman. And not just any woman, she has grey eyes just like yourself and the rest of the clan.” Ethan’s fingers stilled over the photograph. His gaze snapped up, his usually composed demeanor fracturing for the first time in years.

She used a fake name, a fake identity. Everything about her fits with being a hunter-spy. But it doesn’t feel right. She cared about us. She was our friend. Could she really lie to all of us like that? I knew telling Raiden about my suspicions would only make him angrier at me. But maybe if I shared her real name, he’d be able to track her down. Maybe then he could get the answers to all the questions that I should have asked. ‘Her name is not Atalanta Brown, but Atalanta Draven.’ I said before all the energy I had left was gone and I lost consciousness.

He worked for whoever paid the most, even if he was a zombie or even possessed, what he wanted was money. It was then, they couldn't get his wife, who was the old-fashioned way, didn't want to make a complaint, their children who were beaten didn't want to either... She was an ancient villain who was called the black widow of the rich, because she related to countless needy rich people and without contact with other people, they were totally isolated, these people who were abandoned were their victims, as far as they knew that their nickname and nickname, was the so-called Whisperers of Kurayami, in which he killed several people around the city.

he said, voice low. I swallowed hard. He didn’t look at me. Just kept staring at the wooden table like it had answers carved in the grain. “Sara…” he began. “She’s not… that’s not her name.” “I mean, not the name she always goes by.” My lips parted, but no words came out. He continued, fast now. Like ripping off a bandage.“Her other name is Adelina. Adelina Vossen. She’s Black Orchid. Born into it. Trained. The Black Orchid is…” he was saying, but I couldn't listen anymore.

“What do you think you were doing, Wife?” Valerie leaned back a little, thinking she could escape me that way. “I am doing what I should have done.” “Oh, really?” I asked. “Is she your relative or something?” “Huh?” She blinked her eyes. “She is a human, Raven Blackwood!” Oh, taking my full name now to address me. I was impressed with her courage. Because no one in the world would dare to take my full name with a challenge. Only she could. Only she had the right to.

I stood by the heavy velvet drapes of the mahogany – panelled study, breathing in an atmosphere that was clinical and beautifully cruel. Isabella Moretti, the so – called Black Widow, sat in her own high – backed leather chair, her wrists zip – tied tightly to the arms. Brent sat at her massive desk, his three laptops humming with a frantic, electronic energy that mirrored the dark thrill racing through my own veins.

she said, her voice breaking like a half cried, “I know he did. Oh… Isaac look at our childs, they’re going through hardest struggle just to save you, please come back.” “Dad, you know the spy was Alistair Wilburn. He’s the one who gave them the blueprint of Black Widow so they could break in and steal everything. But don’t worry. This will all be over soon.” I spoke to him softly, hoping somewhere deep down he could hear me. A moment later, the door opened and Malcolm walked in. I rolled my eyes with an exasperated groan. “Why are you out of bed already? Shouldn’t you still be recovering from those wounds?”

Mateo was surprised. “Is Ms. Gail Leroy your spy?” Gail was an assassin who had been hiding among Huntley’s men. All the Orean underground forces knew her as the Black Widow. The woman was known to be extremely cruel. Rumor had it that she was originally a prisoner on death row, waiting to be executed. Huntley was the person who had hired someone in the system to replace Gail with another female prisoner during the execution and got her released secretly.