Black Widow Fanfic Novels & Stories

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.

Kael’s jaws snapped shut an inch from my face, his salt-encrusted breath burning my skin. I reached up. I didn't grab his throat. I grabbed the silver thread. The moment my fingers touched the Widow’s leash, the Orphan fire in my blood went wild. It wasn't light. It was gravity. I pulled the thread toward me, and through it, I felt the Widow’s mind. It was a cold, airless void, a desert of a trillion stolen moments. "Get. Out. Of. Him," I hissed. I bit my own lip until it bled, mixing my life force with the violet fire. I shoved the mixture up the silver thread.

Perhaps she would have even chosen to leave the room when she detected the lust mixed with the madness that burned in the werewolf's eyes. Black cautiously approached her and took a seat beside her. "I'd rather you call me by the nickname you used earlier, and it would feel less like you're trying to put distance between us, Love." Bianca looked thoughtful and frowned. "Mr. Fantastic? Mr. Wolf?" "No," Black replied calmly. "Oh!" blurted Bianca under the realization, "Mate." Black felt the bond between him and his soul mate grow slightly stronger. He could see in his mind's eye the predatory smile of his wolf, satisfied to the utmost that he had bound the young woman to them a little more wit

"Every single one of them. Their captain literally blackmailed my best friend into a fake relationship. The bar is underground." She got a very specific look on her face that meant she wanted to argue about Tyson specifically and was stopping herself. "That's different..." "Is it?" I tilted my head. "It's...." She stopped. "That's not what we're talking about." "Sure we're not." I rolled my eyes. "We're talking about your situation." She pointed at me. "Well at least you shaved a few days ago so you weren't completely unprepared for the universe's plan."

"I've answered your questions for two hours. Now you'll answer mine." Silver light flickered around my hands. Several Council members drew back. "Are you or are you not aware that my mother was a sixth-generation Selene's Daughter? That I'm seventh generation?" I looked directly at Aldric. "Did you or did you not commission a witch to create an artificial mate bond between Damien Blackwood and me to keep me controllable?" "This is outrageous," Aldric said, but his voice lacked conviction. "Such accusations…" "Aren't accusations. They're facts." I pulled out my phone and handed it to Marcus. "Show them."

Kayda's POV I'm shifted into my dragon and sleeping in a cave right now. What the fuck did I do to myself? This is all that bitch's fault. If she hadn't been his fated mate, I would have had him. He didn't think I could be faithful to him. He's probably right. There is no one man who can keep up with my appetite. But he would've never known. I am the black widow of dragons. I started out fucking the warriors. But when I got tired of them, I started hunting outside our kingdom for a man who could just fuck me once and be done. That man didn't exist, so I started killing them as soon as they started asking for my number. I enjoyed it too.

She quivered beneath my touch, a whimper escaping her lips. In my dream, the act of BDSM was a dance of power and passion, a ritual that bound us together in a way that transcended the mundane. My cock, thick and hard, strained against the fabric of my pants, begging for release as I approached the bed where Elysia lay. She watched me with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her breaths coming quicker as I stood over her, the crop still in my hand.

She gasped as I twirled her around, losing up the knotted corset. "The date of the official mating is fixed and you'll act accordingly. is that clear?" i probed, to establish my grounds rather than for a reply. I brushed her hair back rashly, burying my bite into her neck. She groaned and moaned. Little did she know I only got started. "This is what you get when you choose the hard route." I ripped the rest of her garment, pulling her to the bed. "Prepare a large feast," i mind-linked my beta, while I pulled in and out of her juicy inside.

Lydia experienced a chilling shiver down herspine due to the teasing touch. Kayden halted at her mid thigh and clawed his hand there at the same time leaned in to bit right under her right breast. Lydia moaned with a half scream and gasp, which satisfied Kayden of his work. He lifted his head with a three golden slit pupils in his eyes in the place of one normal vampiric iris. However ydia was not afraid of him or questioned the change because the mate bond had already made her familiar of them.

“ Because of a filthy whore you are harboring, an Omega that is sleeping with the high commander while the Luna is still alive isn't just a scandal, it's treason, a death warrant on her head.” Her eyes flashing with a terrifying, crazy look. “I could have a squad from my father here in five minutes, imagine the headlines, the high commander's secret affair.” “Try it,” I whispered. My hand shot out, grabbing her scanner and crushing it. My pulse was beating loudly in my ears, I wanted to snap her neck, I wanted to erase the stupid smirk from her face. “Try it and see who reaches the floor first, and don't forget where you are.” For a moment we are two monsters staring into the abyss, neither