Black Widow Assassin Novels & Stories

Weylin turned to his father. “It looks like Oliver mistakenly did something good for the first time in his life,” Blake smirked. “He made my wife stronger. Good job!” He turned toward the assassin. “But who is the person helping you in the Davies’s mansion?” “Spider,” Shadow replied without wavering her gaze. “What?!” Weylin’s eyes widened. “You mean one of the most dangerous assassins of the underworld, The Spider?” Blake emphasized the word ‘spider’. “Yes,” Shadow replied in an assertion. “She is working for us.”

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

She asked, growing angry at his accusations. “She is a Vurthron, a black widow and a killer.” He replied. What the heck?

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

Stepping on the gas, we zoomed out of the school parking lot, leaving a frightening roar behind. I massaged my forehead as I groaned, "Well, couldn’t you have said that like a normal person? I am already dealing with a venomous headache." "Venomous?" she asked, amusement evident in her tone. She kept her eyes on the road, and I could not help but think back to the time some assassins tried taking her out as she drove. This woman could kill three men in thirty seconds with one hand while the other drove. And if bullets weren’t fired, there wouldn’t be a scratch on the car.

I calmed her. I moved tht chair closer to us and I made her sit down. I moved to the other side of my office and I found the Coffee brewer. She needed it to calm her nerves. I made black coffee with four cubes of sugar and a little amount of creamer. I bought it to her table and she took at least three sips before she seized crying. "I am still surprised how Scarlett was able to see the child," She said. Scarlet Johansson, the freelancer assassin.

The other with black hair said… Their names were Anti and Twin.. Angrily, Bianca flung her knife upwards and it hit Anti on the ankle… As she winced, she ran upstairs and jabbed her elbow in Twin's face… Soon they began fighting… It wasn't easy seeing as it was two assassins against one woman but Bianca fought ruthlessly… Raising her leg, she kicked Twin's calf and she fell downstairs and stopped moving… It was down to she and Anti… Anti pulled out a gun and pointed it at Bianca…

She rose, her robe brushing against her skin, she glanced once at her sleeping child before walking to the door. When she opened it, a shadow waited. Her personal assassin stood there, dressed in black, his face half-hidden beneath his hood. Mira stepped aside. “Enter.” He bowed low as he stepped in. “You have the bows?” she asked, her voice calm but sharp. “I do, my Luna,” he said, his tone respectful yet edged with pride. “Each one dipped in the deadliest poison known to mankind. A single graze… and death follows before the heart finishes its next beat.”

she said, and I understood her. "Don't worry. If his brother will be able to track me down, you will be lucky," I said. "I know that girl," she said. I looked at her face, and I knew that she wished he would find me soon. Today's event played in my head, and I smiled. I enjoyed myself with him. He is not the enemy. His father was one of the people who trusted me with their dirty work when I became an assassin. It was because of him I was here. News about an assassin called The Poison working for the Italian Mafia had spread fast, making me earn more jobs. That is how I became famous. As years passed, I became the most feared and dangerous assassin. I am grateful because of him. I will always

Her back arched into him and his skin on her skin dissolved the thoughts from her head. “Be still!” He snarled. Was it her imagination or was his voice gruffer than it was before? He yanked up the sleeve of her dress and exposed her tattoo. “A spider.” He spat, reviled. Yes, she was. Every assassin in The Den was called a Spider and damn him, she was the best at what she did!