Black Widow's Death Novels & Stories

Spider screamed, charging through smoke and bullets to drag Widowmaker to safety. She barely got her out alive. Later — Vulture’s Domain The Widowmaker lay unconscious in the lower infirmary, her body broken but alive. Vulture stood beside her with one of his medical experts, blood still staining his hands from where he helped stop the bleeding. “She’ll live,” the doctor said. “But she needs time. Days. Maybe weeks.” Spider stood at the doorway, fists clenched. “I go alone from here.” No one tried to stop her. But just as she was about to leave, Viktor came running in, breathless, holding a flash drive.

I keep a picture of her in the centre page of my diary, and I also have the sliver locket she gave me for my fifth birthday. She died when I was six. She was brutally murdered right before my watery eyes, with bullets boring holes in her head and heart. Clearly a murder case but unfortunately, the police weren't so enthusiastic about her case because she was black and until date, it's still an unsolved murder case.

Felix finally asked. Arlo suddenly grabbed him by the collar, visibly agitated. "Damn it, Felix! You've gotten me killed. Do you have any idea who I just took out? That guy is part of Black Widow Society." Black Widow Society? Felix froze. He had read about them in Kirk's memories. Black Widow Society was a notorious, ruthless organization with countless powerful members. The government of Visiora had been trying to wipe them out for years, but they were still thriving. The worst part was that Black Widow Society never gave up and always took revenge. Even though it seemed like the danger had passed, the truth was it had only just begun.

They gossiped among themselves— “The killer has been captured by the Fifth Lady! She brought him upstairs. I’m guessing he’s dead at this point!” “Ah, I pity him. Venom Widow must be experimenting on him!” “I really want to see how she carries out her experiments, you know? Could it be in a really lewd way, like extracting his sperm? That’s exciting, isn’t it?” “Well, you can volunteer yourself and experience that enjoyment.” As they continued their fervent discussion, the three finally came down. Upon seeing this, everyone was appalled. “That guy’s still alive?!” “What’s happening? The Fifth Lady is actually holding the guy’s daughter too! Just look at the tenderness in her eyes! Am I hallu

he said in a sad tone. I felt sadness enveloping me like I was feeling his pain and trust me it wasn't a nice feeling. "How did she die?" I asked. For the first time since I came here, I asked how she died. I knew she was dead but I never bothered to know how she died. What a callous daughter I am! "She was poisoned by the most dangerous poison, Lovi. It is very dangerous to werewolves and she died. No one saw who did it or where he passed, the person was just so untraceable." he explained.

“I am not a murderer. I am not a monster. I am the Queen. And Queens do not kill the defenseless.” Elena stared at me, shock and disbelief flickering in her silver eyes. But before she could speak, the poison surged. Her body convulsed violently, her back arching off the broken throne. A strangled scream tore from her throat, echoing through the throne room like a dying bird. And then, she went still. The black veins faded. Her silver eyes glazed over. Elena Ashford was dead. I stood there, the silver light fading, the dagger heavy in my hand. The throne room was silent. The blood moon hung low in the sky, casting a final, crimson glow over the fallen serpent.

I whispered, unable to breathe properly. “You’re the reason he’s dead,” she continued, pointing at me. “Ever since he married you, his life turned upside down. You brought him bad luck. You drained him.” “That’s not true,” I cried, shaking my head. “I loved him. I...” She lunged for me again, but hands rushed between us, grabbing her arms, pulling her back as the room erupted into chaos. “She killed him!” she shouted as they dragged her away. “This woman killed my son!”

Then, Johanna fired the tranquilizer directly into Wendy's chest. "Surprise," she grinned. "You!" Wendy gritted her teeth and pulled out the needle. Then, Johanna scooped Wendy's jaw with one hand, with a sigh and those demonic eyes. "I have been so bored these days. Now I can finally kill you with my own hands after what you did to Keira and my brother." She punched Wendy's jaw and the woman collapsed on the floor. Johanna sat on one of the seats and watched as Alessandro came back to life, his chest heaving and looking dizzy.

The silver burns more painfully than I expected death to feel. They gripped the chains tightly around my wrists, my ankles, my throat. Each link searing into my skin like liquid fire, eating through flesh until I can smell my own burning. I should be screaming. I think I was, moments ago. Now there's only the wind rushing past my ears as I fall, and the strange clarity that comes when you know these are your final seconds. Widow's Peak earned its name for a reason. Seventy-three widows, the pack history says. Seventy-three women who threw themselves from this cliff rather than live without their mates.

Aria’s POV “Alpha Blackwood bit her,” Viktor continued, his voice cold and dark. “He injected her with werewolf venom. He didn’t care that she was pregnant. I watched her screaming in my arms as she died a slow, painful death.” I froze completely. Knox had told me that he killed Viktor’s mate in a horrible way. “I watched her body convulse, and turn black from the venom. She begged me to end her suffering,” he hissed, his voice now filled with cold rage. “And I had no choice, but to obey her wishes and end her suffering.”