Black Widow Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Zafira Nightvale POV "Your alpha mate just registered our bond in the territory scrolls, so your small paws are officially the high lady of the Blackwynd Moon Dominion logs!" Vickon Blackwynd tells my snout as he cuts the pack link with Zevrick Frostmoor, his golden eyes looking down at my red face. "Why is your inner wolf dazed like a pup who drank too much fermented berry juice?" "Nothing is wrong with my brain, Hubby!" my mouth snaps back to reality real fast, my cheeks turning completely pink as I turn my fur away in embarrassment because hearing him call me his lady wife makes my chest pound super hard.

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.”

The bad part was that I was thrown away by him. I was about to wonder why he did what he did until I saw the way he was looking at her, and the realization hit me as hard as possible. There are mates, and the one supposed to be the werewolves' Queen is destined to the enemy. What a fun story!!!

But they both stop themselves from moving anymore step towards each other. She grips her dress in her fists, eyes glaring at him as the memories flow back in her head, and squeezing her heart in a tight grip. “As per the goddess wish, Alpha Kaiden Blackthorn, is the fated mate of Luna, Aria Ashborne!” The prophet announces, but the silence fills the hall. The crowd whispered. Elders leaned in to whispers, gossips about their new discovery. He could feel their eyes. The judgment in their eyes. Kaiden felt his control slipping.

A chilling, deep rumble vibrated through the air. "I would like to see who dares to speak of my wife as if she were a rogue." Avery looked up, her breath hitching. Hudson Montgomery stood over her, his eyes glowing a terrifying, molten gold. The old woman flinched but snarled, "Alpha! You are being deceived! This female has a lover in the Obsidian condo—she is carrying another man’s seed!" "Is that so?" Hudson’s voice was a low, mocking purr. He pulled Avery behind him, his shadow engulfing her. "You seem quite certain of your scent-work, Elder."

She raised one hand, and the abyss responded instantly. Visions exploded around me like shattering glass, each one more vivid and painful than the last. I saw myself, cold and merciless, placing the poisoned silver headpiece on Anya’s head before Rowan and Cassandra’s wedding. I watched her clutch her throat, gasping as the toxin seared through her veins like liquid fire.

My heart throbbed within the cage of my ribs, akin to a bird desperately trying to escape its confines. My mind wandered back to Severa, her face illuminated by the moonlight, fear seeping into her eyes as she started to understand the depth of my predicament. A feeling of resentment welled up within me, not at her, but at the world that put us in this situation. As these thoughts weaved themselves into a toxic tapestry of despair, there was a light tapping at the door. With a clear look of annoyance and concern, Weldon walked into the room. "I brought Mrs. Gravemaw here, at the Alpha's request, so you two discuss the wedding preparations," he said, his voice a dry monotone.

'Yes, anywhere will do, just make sure you break the flesh and inject that lovely venom of yours as deeply as you can.' Her golden eyes glowed, 'Of course, why hadn't she thought of that?'

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.

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