Black Widow Captured Novels & Stories

Dejected and breathless, Qing Yue was forced to return to Li Feng's side. "The Black Widow is one of the most dangerous poisonous insects out there. It can..." After what felt like another eternity, the sea of ugly bugs and horrid insects vanished into a puff of black smoke. Qing Yue's tense muscles relaxed and slumped to the ground, releasing a sigh of relief. Goodness! That was a hundred times more torturous than the hundred thousand poisonous plants and herbs! Secretly shedding tears of grief, her heart smoldering with deep bitterness, she crawled to her feet.

“I have to see him, please.” As I turned to leave, resolved to find him on my own, a voice from the TV stopped me in my tracks. “…breaking news—an unidentified creature thought to be a werewolf has been apprehended…” My eyes were drawn to the screen. The reporter's voice faded into the background as the camera panned—chains, poor lighting, blood on the floor… and then— Lennox. Unconscious. Bound. Struggling to breathe.

“You shouldn’t be down here you should be resting. Rest does you good, kid.” “Are you just saying that to keep me away from your meetings?” He chuckled. “Of course not.” I didn’t believe him. “It’s best not to get involved with these things, honey. Find something else to do.” “Fine, any news on Gardenia?” He grimaced. “Nothing but we captured Veronica. Courtesy of Hunter.” My eyes went wide. “You actually caught her?” He nodded. “She had a mental breakdown and everything. She won’t give up her Mother though. Vik’s with her now.”

"The security droids are idling. The loop is holding, but the core processor is starting to purge the memory. You have three minutes before the house wakes up." "I don't need three minutes," Dante replied. I heard the muffled thud of a flash-bang from the floor above, followed by the rhythmic, clinical pop-pop of his suppressed .45s. He wasn't auditing; he was clearing the ledger. I reached the server vault a chamber of pulsing crimson light that looked like the interior of a heart. And there, sitting in a high-backed chair of spun glass, was the discrepancy I had been hunting. The Widow. She didn't look like a ghost. She looked like a queen in exile. Her hair was a shock of silver, pulled b

Somehow… That frightened her even more. Then Alessio’s gaze slowly shifted toward the old woman. His expression instantly changed. Cold. Dangerously cold. Because he recognized her. And the words that left his lips made both women freeze. “So…” “The Black Widow is still alive.” End of Chapter 5

The director of ISOC announced Catherine's capture within an hour, saying they'd detained a silver wolf child for study and public safety. "Catherine Blackwood has been placed in federal custody, where her dangerous abilities can be properly contained," the director told a press conference. "This is a victory for public safety and proves that effective force can control even the most powerful supernatural beings." Catherine was briefly shown unconscious in a medical transport, and Elena's bond with her daughter confirmed she was alive but sedated. "She's terrified," Elena said, sensing Catherine's fear through the drugs. "She doesn't get why we're not coming for her."

A jagged, blood-colored whip of energy that lashed out and connected to Ronan's chest. I felt it. The theft. The Widow wasn't killing them. She was harvesting the connections. She was pulling the love Lumi felt for Ronan, the respect Femi had for him, the loyalty of his small pack, and she was weaving them into her cloak. I could see the threads, shimmering like spider silk, being sucked into the scarlet feathers. "Stop it!" I pushed the red light harder. The tether didn't break the theft. It joined it. I was suddenly pulled into the network. I felt Ronan's memories of me. The way I looked in the firelight. The taste of the soup. The sound of my laugh.

She raised her staff, and the crystal embedded in its tip began to glow with the same eerie light as the ritual candles. "I see..." Her voice took on a strange quality, layered with echoes that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. "I see Shadowfang burning. I see these mighty walls reduced to rubble and ash. I see the blood moon rising over a field of corpses, and at the center of it all..." Her blind eyes turned toward me, and despite the cataracts, I swear she could see me. Really see me, down to my soul. "At the center stands a silver wolf wearing a broken crown. And in her jaws, she carries the throat of the alpha who thought himself a god."

Not forgetting that Megumi still had a gun. She was excited. So excited. All her life she had been anticipating this moment and it was unravelling before her eyes. She had a view of everywhere in the room. She didn’t focus on his goons writhing on the floor. She focused on one of the divided screens that had Takahiro, and she could see him holding his throat. If only she could hear.

The last thing he remembers is seeing Venom being tortured under a huge black werewolf, and there is only a blank space in his memory after that to the current situation that he is in now. The pitiful condition of the captain did not arouse any sympathy to Samel and the others. Jared approached the other party to check what happened to the black tentacles, but aside from the rotten black puddle on the ground due to the melted tentacles, he did not find any signs of the thing that made the werewolf in front of him into such a terrible monster. “It’s gone. It may have escaped by going underground.” Jared walked back to Samel’s side and General Markus joined them.