Black Widow Fanfic Novels & Stories

She then took out the paper and pencil from inside her bag. Alexa then draws on the paper she brought. She was going to make a brochure with pictures to advertise the matchmaking agency she would secretly set up. Not only did she want to help the lycans, but she also wanted to earn her own income from the plan. She had thought carefully about anything that could help the lycans stay in touch, but the kingdom didn't find out.

The way she’d kissed my tattoos like she was starving for me. My wolf surged again, a low growl rumbling in my chest. *Ours. Take her. Mark her.* I squeezed my eyes shut tighter and pumped faster, thumb swiping over the slick tip. The bathroom filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of my hand working my cock and my own ragged breathing.

"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

"I'm the Alpha, and I can't even protect my mate. I had to beg for an antidote like this. I'm not worthy of you. I'm not." I turned and held him gently. "Fool. You were never unworthy. Everything you've done for me... I've kept it right here." Glen looked at me, pain filling his eyes. Slowly, he twisted open the vial and tipped it to my lips. I swallowed. But the wolfsbane in my system didn't fade. It exploded. Pain tore through me. I collapsed, curling on the floor, my body convulsing. Glen panicked. "How is this possible? It can't be! That wolf did something—she lied to me!"

Elias took my mouth, and Caspian teased my breasts and clit until another orgasm ripped through me. They rotated, each claiming me thoroughly, their combined essence marking me as theirs. The night blurred into ecstasy and whispered revelations—the Blackthorn brothers were bound to an ancient veil between worlds, their longevity and power sustained by a mate who could channel the energies. I was that vessel, my latent gifts awakening under their touch.

“But none of that matters as much as the fact that, for the first time in centuries, the wolf is not alone in the dark. You are my light, my anchor, and the reason my blood now flows in peace.” They walked back inside, where the fireplace burned with a soft glow, warming the room saturated with desire and complicity. There were no more secrets between them, nor scars that had not been honored by each other’s touch. The supernatural and emotional union had been sealed in the fire of battle and the honey of surrender, transforming Helena Thorne and Dante Blackwood into a single being of passion and power.

I ask, even though I already know the answer. There’s a pause. “We assumed Richard Blackwood.” Of course. Of fucking course. I hang up and slam my phone onto the table. Hard enough that it cracks. Richard. Always Richard. The golden boy. The traitor. The man who took everything from us and still had the nerve to breathe. A hunter and a werewolf. Helena and Richard. A child born from that mess. Disgust crawls up my spine. I start pulling files. Old pack records. Birth certificates that were altered. Dates that don’t line up. Every trail bends back to Arachne. Every single one.

Past's Shadow The woman arrived during a pack gathering, her motorcycle roaring up to the clubhouse with deliberate drama. Cassandra Blackwood, Blaze's ex-girlfriend from before he became alpha, looked exactly as she had five years ago – dangerous curves, leather pants, and ambition in her eyes. Her gaze solely fixed on Blaze and she licked her blood red lips trying to appear sexy. Maya felt Blaze tense through their mate bond before she even saw why. Luna, playing with Axel nearby, immediately picked up on the shift in energy.

Blood soaked the dirt. Only one remained—Astrid’s captor. He trembled as I stepped from the shadows, claws dripping red, my eyes glowing like rubies in the dark. He stared at me, breath shallow. “W-Who are you?” I snarled. “Your worst nightmare.” Then I was on him. He dropped her just in time before I slammed a fist into his chest. He flew backward, crashing into a tree with a sickening crack. Silence. I crouched beside her, brushing wet strands of hair from her face. She was still unconscious, but her heartbeat was strong. I could feel the mate bond humming beneath her skin.

I have really missed this! His words seemed to penetrate her fuzzy mind and she came back to her senses. ‘Get your hands of me!’ she screamed. ‘You mean you have missed being with and mating Wendy?’ She knew she was being a fishwife but she could not help herself. She could not help feeling jealous that Wendy had mated with the man she loves. ‘Don't be ridiculous!’ Alpha Sylvester said, ‘You want this too. I can smell it!’ ‘You are mistaken!’ she retorted. ‘but even if we're so, I cannot allow you touch me with the same hands and body you had used with Wendy!’