Black Widow Assassin Novels & Stories

"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.

she cried out, her voice barely audible over the roar of the guns. ​She stepped out from behind the server rack, her silhouette a dark blur in the smoke. She was running toward the crate where Roman was pinned down, her arm outstretched, the small silver drive glinting in the flickering strobe light of the muzzle flashes. ​Arthur Blackwood, blinded by the smoke and his own manic rage, saw a figure rushing toward his target. He saw a dark shape moving through the mist, coming at the spot where he knew Roman was hiding. To Arthur, it wasn't his daughter. It was one of the Ghost’s assassins coming to finish the job.

The assassin poured the glowing drop onto a small, carved wooden doll shaped like a sleeping child. The moment the silver blood touched the wood, the doll gave off a soft, sickening hiss. A thin trail of black smoke rose into the icy air, pointing like a straight finger toward the high stone towers of the Citadel nursery. From the dark trees behind the rock, three more black figures stepped out into the snow, their eyes glowing with a dark, unnatural red light. The lead assassin looked down at the wooden doll, a cruel, silent smile spreading beneath the dark mask. Lilith had not called for a summons just to gather the southern Alphas. She had sent her ultimate weapons, the Obsidian Vanguard,

She will once again experience the wrath of Machitis but this time in full force. I grab her by her neck and push her straight onto the bed without concerning myself over her safety. She attempts to scramble away but I grab her ankle and pull her with such force I can hear the crepitus in her ankle she winces in pain and I have no remorse over her condition. I grab her other ankle and flip her over, she looks over her shoulder with trepidation as she tries to kick her ankles out of my hold. How adorable of her to think she can escape me. I let her loose so she feels she is back in control, I expect her to crawl away, however she does no such thing instead she brings her ankle closer to her o

Newborn vampires! "This is going to be fun," she thought She positioned herself on the branch, taking the black gloves in her hand, after pinpointing the locations of every active assassin in the woods. After putting on the gloves, she gripped the dagger tightly in her hand and jumped to a nearby tree towards her first target. Hearing the shuffle, the assassin glanced in her direction but didn't pay much attention. "Rookie mistakes," she chuckled

The next moment, all of the six assassins that are left including Franco, were hit with daggers straight to their necks. From the shadows where the daggers came from, Rage showed, topless. He then went in front of me as if he is shielding me from the pack of his grandfather. "What are you doing, Rage?!" Richard Black protested. "Didn't you hear what was said earlier? That woman is an assassin! She didn't even deny it so it must be true!" "I know it, Grandpa. I know what she is and I accept her," Rage said firmly but the respect was still evident on his voice.

"Do you know me?" "A widow brings bad luck. Aren't you afraid that you’ll be cursed to death?" The assassin's voice became inexplicably sly and eerie. The dark and sinister aura seeping out of him frightened Black Widow so badly that she began shivering all over, causing her to lean forward unknowingly. Thinking that she was trying to break free from his hold, the assassin immediately stretched out his pincers-like hand and yanked her into his arms. The cold blade pierced Black Widow’s skin, serving as a silent warning.

I released a sigh of relief and settled on the driver's seat but then the car turned silent. "Can I ask you a question?" Leonardo broke the silence after a while. "Go ahead." I answered. "Why did you decide to become an assassin? I mean you have all your life right in front of you and you could have literally been anything else." "I didn't have the option to be anything else. I didn't even get to choose to become this, it was forced on me. He stayed silent like he was ushering me to continue with what I was saying.

“You’re joking.” “Raina Robert Cole. Spill! Right fucking now.” I sighed. “I might’ve hired someone.” Cassie shrieked. “You did not! Again, I say someone bring back our Raina. This is definitely a clone” Katrina leaned so close to her camera that all I saw was her forehead. “Who’d you hire?” I hesitated and Katrina’s eyes sparked like she had made a huge discovery. “Oh my God, it’s that stripper from the club, right?”

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.