Black Widow's Death Novels & Stories

Her vision blurred, but she charged at Iris regardless. Before she could reach her, Carter shoved her hard. The force sent her backward, her head slamming against the corner of a table. A sharp crack echoed, and she felt warm liquid flowing down her head. Hailey couldn't move, she could only hear the faint sound of their voices as she lay on the cold floor. Carter and Iris panicked at the sight. Their plan would be ruined if she dies this way. “Honey,” Iris called out to Carter in panic, her voice low. “I think she is dead.”

"Dead? No—that's impossible! My daughter can't be dead!" Leah 's eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched as he said, "Check again. We're looking for Victor Smith, who lives on Peace Avenue, Unit 26!" The officer's expression didn't waver. "Then I'm sorry to say, but she's really gone. Her cause of death was Silverthorn Wolfsbane poisoning, which is a slow-acting poison. She took a potent painkiller for it, which led to organ failure and her eventual death."

She choked out her last words. "And she didn't! My Yelena never returns!" She cries. "Her dead body was brought back! She died in a custody duel with Evan Black. She was not fit to fight but the bastard fought her anyway!... She never returns! " Her last sentence was uttered in a whisper as she cried.

"No matter how hard she tried to stop herself from harming them back, she just had to, you know? She was even crying as she fought back... it was heartbreaking." "What happened in the end?" "The werewolf died," she whispered. "The people who were just partying with her cheered at the top of their lungs as she took one last breath. It was sickening." The room fell silent. Both Zoren and Verena were not able to say a word after she just shared the story. Of course, Zoren understood why she was so scared for him once again, especially after she already knew how a group of hunters were literally tracing him right now.

Aria's eyes widened in shock, her hand frozen midway to her lips as she processed my words. "What do you mean?" she demanded, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Your mother is... a serial killer?" I nodded, my throat constricting with each passing moment. "She's the 'Black Widow,'" I admitted, the words tasting like ashes on my tongue. "She... she marries rich men and then... she kills them for their money." The room fell silent, the weight of my confession hanging between us like a heavy shroud. I could feel the weight of their stares, their disbelief palpable in the air as they struggled to comprehend the truth of my words.

Her face was pale, her lips already turning purple… and though Zivon wanted to call out to her, he simply couldn’t say a word… The overwhelming sadness was simply too much. As expected, news of this incident soon spread like wildfire, and online, commenters were going haywire as usual. ‘To think that something this horrible would happen to her…!’ ‘I heard that Young Master Burton couldn’t even cry! I can only imagine how much pain he’s currently in…!’ ‘That bloody maniac…! Who allowed such a murderer on the streets?!’ Eventually, Xavia caught wind of the news as well, and after a while, the phone dropped from the trembling woman’s hands. Wendy… The woman who had cared so much about Zivon… Sh

I trust that our magical mate bond will draw us closer. A fax came in and it was the morgue report. The woman died from the effects of the poisonous wolfsbane mixed with a fast reacting silver in her system. She died ten minutes after being pierced by the spikes. She had a tattoo on her ass cheek but it bore no significance to any related group. This woman was almost clean so we needed more information to put the pieces together. I am confident that Blayne won’t disappoint me. I tucked the report in my desk drawer to get back to it when Blayne returns home.

“It's about... some things are buried for a reason. Digging them up doesn't just bring back memories; it brings back the rot.” “But that 'rot' is at our doorstep right now,” I countered, my voice low and urgent. “Dad recognized those charms. He looked like he’d seen a ghost. If we're being hunted by a dead pack, I deserve to know why.” Mom finally turned to me, and for the first time, I saw genuine dread in her eyes. “You're a Black Widow, Angie. You've always been brave. But fifteen years ago... the things that were done... they weren't just about war. They were about extinction.”

At this moment, someone removed the cloth from her mouth. Nathalie laughed maniacally, while saying and spitting blood, "Russell is dead, hahaha, at least we are dead together!" The man sneered, "This was to kill the Venomous Worm, and you were the only one who died! Fool!" Nathalie's eyes were filled with disbelief, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" After speaking, her head drooped and she remained motionless, with a look of shock and unwillingness in her lifeless eyes.

"...committed suicide three years ago." Kaevan's expression hardened slightly. His jaw tensed. "Ethan talks too much," he muttered. "I found out myself," Alena replied quickly. "I searched online. The news is still there. 'Serena Blackwood, wife of CEO Kaevan Aldrich, found with sleeping pill overdose.' I'm sure that's what killed her." Kaevan didn't answer. He just stared out the window with an empty gaze—a gaze Alena rarely saw. A gaze holding pain.