Avengers: Black Widow Real Name Novels & Stories

But amidst the happiness, there was still work to be done. The black market continued to lurk in the shadows, preying on the vulnerable and innocent. Our rescue efforts intensified as we vowed to eradicate this evil from our world once and for all. Together with Lex's Alpha team and the remaining members of our pack, we devised a comprehensive plan. We expanded our Black Widow facilities, creating safe havens in every corner of the globe. Training programs were implemented, equipping individuals with the skills and knowledge to stand against the black market's atrocities. Our network grew stronger, our reach extending farther than ever before.

With the burden she had been carrying finally lifted, she exhaled. Their acceptance and support gave her a surge of strength. No more hiding her true identity. “ So what should we call you? Ravena? Selene?” Ethan asked. “You possess a dual identity. So you need to give us something that fits your personality.” Her eyes blazed like burning coals. “Call me Selene Blackthorn,” she responded, feeling as though she was possessed by a greater force. It showed the woman she was and the woman she had become. As well as her past and future. Her eyes hardened again, a fresh fire burning in them. “And all I desire is to bring destruction on my enemies!”

No matter how many waves crash at it, it remains unbending. In the underworld, keeping your identity is vital to survival. It’s very easy to kill someone and have their families want revenge, even if your actions weren’t personal. So among hit people and assassins – yes, there is a difference – we are only referred to by our codenames. We tend to come about them based on our chosen kill method. I ended up being called Blackheart because I tend to exsanguinate my victims and watch them die and those who have met me describe me as cold and emotionless.

“I’ve conducted a comprehensive investigation into Allison Miles and Edward Blackwood. Whereas your ex wife's story is quite extraordinary.” “Go on,” I urged, leaning forward with anticipation. Richard opened the folder, revealing a series of documents and photographs. “Allison Miles, or as she was known before her name change, Seraphina Blackwood, was a top secret agent. She worked for a clandestine organization that handled the most dangerous missions. She was exceptional—fearless, intelligent, and highly skilled.” I stared at the photos of a younger Allison in various disguises, her eyes firm and focused. “I had no idea,” I muttered, feeling awe and sorrow.

Standing in front of the Shadow Guards was a gorgeous and foxy woman. It was the Venom Widow, Frostine Usoro. ‘The Venom Widow actually called for the three thousand Shadow Guards to wreck my family, just for a mere cripple??’ Dylan felt his entire body tense up as his mind went blank. This was just too unreal. ‘Venom Widow is known to be a madwoman, but has Abtal Usoro gone mad too?’ *** After seeing the pitch-black Shadow Guards at the door, everyone in the Yggdrasill manor panicked.

She dragged Ramona to the room and sat her down so she could explain. "23 years ago, Xanthoria was attacked by a old enemy of your mother. Yes, the woman is your mother. I was her most trusted maid. That day your mother had to send you away to protect you and also so you can save the kingdom later. I guess you didn't get your powers early because you've never practiced and you're far from anything magic. This earring is yours. It'll help you discover your true potential. Welcome back, my Queen." Farah said, curtsying. In the room opposite them, Aiden and Maha were going through the pictures when Maha made a comment.

Hours later, Hayes watched from the side as Cassian made a single encrypted call. The screen showed static at first. Then cleared. A woman’s face appeared. Sharp cheekbones. Silver eyes. A name came with her: Irena Volkov. Russian intelligence-turned-mercenary. A shadow broker. A woman whose network extended into oil, media, and governments. Cassian leaned in. “I have a target,” he said. “Name?” He smiled. “Nova Blackthorne.” The woman paused. “The phoenix.” He didn’t correct her. “Alive or dead?” she asked.

But I knew Ava more than anyone else; she killed him. "You can't lie to me, Ava." "What if I did?" "What if I killed him?" "Can't I get rid of stuff I no longer need?" Ava retorted back, much to my surprise. The first time I heard about Cosmas disappearance, it took me a while to accept that Ava was a murderer. I could remember that night; there were claw marks on her dress, and her hands were covered with blood. I watched in shock from her partly open room door. She dusted herself up with a lot of "black dust." Black dust had the power to conceal even the strongest scent.

“But it must be done precisely. No explosions. No storms. Surgical. Silent. So when they fall… they never rise again.” Petrov nodded. “That means planting a mole inside. Deep.” Bain’s brow furrowed. “Who?” Petrov’s mouth twitched in the ghost of a cold smile. “I have someone. Assassin. Name is Spider. She’s one of my most lethal assets. Silent. Deadly. Invisible. She weaves webs they never see until they’re already trapped.” Viktor chimed in: “Pair her with the Widowmaker. Widow’s already embedded connections from Caracas to Lagos. Together, they can find Valeria’s father’s strongholds. Maps. Contacts. Supply routes. Everything.”

A scuffled then ensued and Sam watched as Vittoria reached for him but he brushed her off with a deadly warning. Apparently, Italian billionaire, Damian McLaren is already married! The lucky woman? No other than the infamous Black Widow, Samantha Cameron. Or now, we say Mrs. Samantha McLaren. The Black Widow as we all knew was previously married to the late billionaire, Maxwell Cameron, who gained majority control of Cameron Elite when her husband passed away and inheriting his vast fortune. That makes her the most sough-after woman for the riches she had gained. But it looks like the fortune she inherited was not enough that she managed to ensnared another billionaire under her belt.