Black Widow's Death Novels & Stories

He took his death over the betrayal. Mr. Stark was aware that the wolves and other shape-shifters would fall in danger once their location was traced. He was certain that intense hunger for more power would lead him to do things not predicted and to stop it once and for all, he took a silver bullet in his heart rather than communicating their pack's location. Reyne had cried. Bellowed such that the walls of the basement shivered. Her helpless yelling had stunned the spectators who were watching her father die his death after a long while of painful struggle.

By the end of the first minute, only three people remained standing—Zephyr and his two senior grandmasters. After taking the Cleansing Pill, Dylan and Natasha's strength had surged dramatically. Natasha, in particular, had nearly reached the peak level of a senior grandmaster. One of the Stevens family enforcers facing her was the first to cough up blood, and his body flung backward in utter shock. Natasha's eyes turned ruthless, fully embodying the Black Widow's nature. She lunged forward and, without hesitation, slammed her palm into his skull, shattering it instantly.

Shortly after, bodies started falling one after another, accompanied by various screams and curses. John's body was immediately riddled with holes as his body collapsed. Then, Shauna, or Black Widow from the Golden Triangle, was also shot. Before she died, her face was filled with remorse and hatred. If she had not come back to Bactria to avenge her son, she would still be the high and mighty Black Widow who would strike fear into countless people. However, she could not turn back time. Ever since she stepped into Bactria, her fate was already destined.

Alexander heard the movement and swiftly dodged, escaping unscathed. "Aaah!" Someone nearby was not as fortunate. Having been struck by the poisoned mud, their body corroded into a puddle of pus instantly. The corrosiveness rivaled that of strong sulfuric acid. This person was simply unlucky, guilty of nothing but being too close to Alexander. This scene naturally attracted onlookers, but upon seeing the assailant, they all fell silent. The woman was Samuel's fiancee known as Black Widow. No one dared to provoke her. "Keep staring, and I'll have your eyes gouged out and pickled." Black Widow had just killed someone but acted as if nothing happened.

In fact, with the way her temper was rising, she couldn’t promise to let the others go scot-free, but the day hadn’t ended just yet. “Speaking of women,” one of them slurred, pouring himself another glass. “Did you hear about that story on the news? Some guy in our business… poisoned in his own bed. They’re saying a woman did it.” The oldest one chuckled darkly. “Not just any woman, folks. They’re calling her the Black Widow. A ghost. No one knows her face. There are just whispers of her. Apparently, she charms men, and once they give in to her, none of them make it out of her web. Poison Guy’s story is not the only case.”

"You did a great job, Kim. I'm so proud of you." After all the mess that happened between us and Madeline, She died because of a shot. Ycson shot her before she shot us. She already did everything but because of her desire and lust for Zach, she didn't noticed that Ycson is behind her and he shoot her immediately. Eros blocked her before she'll pull the trigger. I feel sorry for her but we all know that she deserves that. A lot of lives and soul were lost because of her. This is the end. _____

Widow. Sable’s breath hitched violently. “No,” she mouthed, panic rising. “No—” Lyra Varr began walking toward her. Not fast. Not frantic. Inevitable. Sable’s body screamed at her to run. And then, in the silence beneath the officiant’s trembling words, Sable heard something else—closer than the wolves, closer than the wind. A voice, low and ruined, pressed intimate against the inside of her ear like breath. Run, little widow.

All of the guests began shouting angrily as well. "What is the hotel doing?! How can they make such a mistake? We should lodge a complaint!" "Mr. Carter spent so much on this wedding. Is this how the hotel manages things?! This is bad luck!" The staff in the lead ignored the angry shouting. "Condolences, Mr. Carter.” "She committed suicide yesterday afternoon by jumping off the building. It was an instant death. This is the body of your wife, Whitney Summers." The hall turned silent instantly. Eric laughed in anger. He strode forward.

However, that's when everything changed. I watched on in horror as Sienna was thrown from him and onto the mat. He turned around and began crushing her throat with the wire from the ring. Pushing down on it with his entire weight to cut off her oxygen supply. "We're here." Javier calls out. I don't even wait for the car to stop. I open my car door and jump from the still-moving car, and run as fast as I ever have in my life into the building. My eyes go wide as I see her arms hang down from the side of the ring, no sign of life in her. The moment her lifeless body comes into my peripheral, I see red. The darkest crimson to have ever existed. Everyone around me disappears as my eyes land on m

*TW: mention of overdose and cause of death* Just before they ended their day, he received the autopsy report on Bernadette. If she hadn’t aspirated her vomit and choked to death, she would have died from an overdose of Purple Bliss. She had had three times the dosage that would kill an alpha wolf in her system and they found traces of it in her stomach and the vomit she had choked on. There were no marks on her body, aside from some from rough sex, but her body had already started to heal those before she had died, so there would be no way to find the connection from the marks she had left on her body.