Black Widow Fanfic Novels & Stories

Behind her, the moonlight shines on her skin which is as white as porcelain and looks like it's glowing. Long, black, silk-like hair hidden two cherries in front of her chest. Emma's eyes gradually became infected with a bright red, slightly breathing is also more disturbed. Layla bit her lip, she crawled back onto the bed and approached Emma. Miss close your eyes and hold the wolf's head. The familiar tongue started to do the same job again unfinished. It licked around Layla's breasts and licked the sweet cherry. An electric current ran down her spine, and Katy startled, puffing out her chest. In mouth humming meaningless sounds.

As I slid into the back seat my eyes caught something on the back of the front seats, a symbol carved deep and proud, and my stomach dropped instantly. I knew that insignia. Cold spread through me like ice and my hands curled into fists. “Mom,” I asked quietly, my voice barely steady, “who is your new mate.” She smiled softly and said with clear pride, “The Lycan King, Jonathan Claw.” “Oh no.”

Before Ivan forced her to face and live her deepest desires. So, how was she supposed to go on now? Right this second, it felt impossible. Shay was known to be a focused werewolf, a disciplined woman, someone who didn't get distracted by anything, much less by a fucking vampire with pretty green eyes and an accent that got a lot thicker when he was aroused. But here she was, sprawled across her bed like an idiot, body hot and sated… and so hollow inside. Like something was missing. Something she wouldn't get back. Something she only got a taste of.

Her nails—claws—dig into my back as another climax rips through her, the pain-pleasure cocktail hurling me toward the edge. She licks her lips as I spill deep, eyes half-lidded. “You claimed me.” “Shit,” I whisper. She’s not mine to claim. And yet I did. I smell my scent on her. In her. Her fingernail traces a scar on my chest. “Your people will call it treason.” I capture her wandering hand, pressing a kiss to each knuckle. “Let them.” High above, a red-tailed hawk screams. Somewhere beyond the ridge, Ethan Blackwood licks his wounds. Let him scheme. Let the council rage.

Laila screamed, clutching her face in agony. At the same time, Simon released the truth online about how Laila had become the top student at the Werewolf Academy by copying all of Zora's work. The revelation rocked the school. Once confirmed, the academy swiftly expelled her. Banished to the edge of the forest, Laila began experiencing rejection symptoms. It turned out that since my kidney had been infected by wolfsbane, the poison was spreading through her body. She finally felt the same burning agony I had endured over the past six months. The searing pain overwhelmed her, and in the end, she was poisoned to death.

The vulnerability in her eyes stirred something deep inside me—a possessiveness, a need to claim her, to make her mine in every way. I leaned down, my breath hot against her ear. “You’re going to suck me off,” I whispered, my voice dripping with authority. I felt her shiver beneath my words. “But there’s a twist. You won’t be able to see a thing.” I reached for the blindfold hanging on the wall, the soft black fabric sliding through my fingers. I could see the fear in her eyes, but she didn’t say a word. Instead, she held her ground, her breathing shallow but steady.

“How dare you talk big even in the face of death?!” Shauna scoffed and took a step forward. “Kid, are you the one who killed my son, Huey?” “You’re right. I killed that good-for-nothing,” Chase replied indifferently. Shauna was so furious that she wanted to chop him into pieces. “Do you even know who I am? How dare you kill my son?” “Listen up, she’s my ex-wife and she’s known as Black Widow in the Golden Triangle,” John announced proudly.

Zahir suggested. “And let everyone rape her?” Wylder snapped at him, and that was when he saw a person dragging a woman by tying a chain to her neck, like an animal. Not just that, but her hands were also tied, and she was naked. Wylder was about to handle this situation by stopping this nonsense, but before the woman lifted her half-burnt face, Night snapped. Wylder felt his control losing to his Lycan because he was pissed; he was furious. “MINE,” He growled before everything turned black. The last time he had spoken this word was when he was with Tiara.

“He could have just as easily told you that we knew each other the minute he walked through that door. Instead, he waited until I left and who knows what lie he’s told.” “Messages don’t lie,” Peter snarled. “If those are the messages that I think they are,” Megan said in a strong voice, “they most certainly do.” She turned to Jasper. “Now, if you’ll sit down and calm down, we’ll make sense of what’s happening.” “There’s no confusion here, Megan,” Jasper said as he took a chair next to Peter. “This she-wolf…” “Black Widow is more fitting,” Eliza interjected.

said Venom. “We’ll take you to visit the tree,” promised Hayden. “But not too soon. I want to enjoy not travelling for a while.” Venom smiled, giving Hayden a little bow before he stepped aside so the others could congratulate the Alpha Prince and his new betrothed. “Congratulations,” said the Turbid twins in unison. Cory and Hayden accepted hugs from Smoke and Mirrors. “You’ll make a phenomenal Queen one day,” said Lynx softly, bowing his head to Cory.