Black Widow Captain America: Civil War Novels & Stories

Lucian’s POV Vance went completely rigid. I didn't need eyes to sense his shock; the sudden hitch in his breath and the quick spike in his heartbeat told me everything. "Dorian's daughter?" Vance choked out, his voice cracking in utter disbelief. "Alpha, tell me you are joking. You cannot be serious.” “Do I sound like I am joking, Vance?” I countered, my voice matching the freezing wind blowing through the open window. "She is an unshifted Omega!" Vance argued, his heavy leather boots slamming against the floorboards as he took two aggressive steps closer to me.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

“Rest assured, you’ll have your justice. Young Master Flynn has asked me to mediate the affair.” “I do want to see who in Mordu has the guts to go against Young Master Flynn!” The enchanting woman was none other than the Black Widow, Faye Goddard herself. No one expected her to show up in Mordu after being kicked out of Buckwood, and for her to still be working for Matthew, the man leading the Four Masters of Mordu. She crossed her arms and walked nonchalantly toward the middle of the room. Her gaze landed on Harvey.

“There it is.” Sable’s breath came fast. “What did I do?” Maeven’s voice carried, calm and delighted. “You used the widow-right,” she said. “The bond made you law.” Lyra’s jaw tightened. “No.” Maeven’s gaze slid to Lyra. “Yes,” she corrected. “That’s why your mark reacted. That’s why your circle woke. A widow of an alpha inherits a sliver of command.” Sable’s stomach dropped. “I inherit what?”

Ara tapped on her own phone and then handed it to Sam. “What?” Barely a whisper came out of Samantha’s mouth as her eyes saw what was on the screen. “BLACK WIDOW RETURNS!!!” The notorious and scandalous Samantha Kingsley-Cameron has struck once again. The much-anticipated return of the Black Widow was seen spinning her web mercilessly with shopping mall king, Damian McLaren.

Amid the wreckage, the Crimson Pact — the alliance of deserters and rebel vampires — teetered on the brink of collapse. In a makeshift bunker beneath the Abyss District, Evelyn entered the underground war room. Faces that had once been allies now wore suspicion. Adrian, former Delta-7 commander, the man who had once saved her from the Council. Lyra Voss, pure-blood renegade, who had sworn loyalty to Lucien. The rest were warriors — half-human, half-monster — who had once believed they could change the world. The air was heavy with silence. On the table lay a map of Valenfort, marked with countless red symbols — zones already seized by Seraphim.

Unknown POV: ‘Босс, я наблюдаю за целью’ (boss I have eyes on the target) ‘Делайте всё, что необходимо, я хочу, чтобы она вернулась ЖИВОЙ!’ (do what you need to do. I want her back ALIVE!) ‘Понял, босс. Вы все слышали босса: захватить Веном Виксен ЖИВОЙ!’ (copy that boss, you guys heard the boss capture Venom Vixen ALIVE!). From a Manson in New York City. ‘you better hope we are able to get her back because not only was she able to be free and escape with your wife but she killed 20 of my best men.’ he says ‘you let me worry about that I know how to get my daughter to obey with just a single sentence’ an older man says. ‘Best believe it works because she wasn’t supposed to escape that easily

“Some people fall in love slowly. Others fall in love while walking toward death.” ⸻ The old chapel stood silent beneath the storm. Rainwater dripped through the cracked ceiling. No one moved. No one even breathed. Alessio De Luca’s cold grey eyes remained fixed on the old woman standing beside Seraphina. The air itself seemed frozen. Finally, he spoke. “So…” “…the Black Widow is still alive.” The old woman’s wrinkled face remained calm.