Black Widow's Death Novels & Stories

And it had. As Malcolm's breathing grew shallow, his eyes never left Cassandra’s face. In his final moments, there was no anger, no rage—only a deep, tragic sorrow. “You killed the love of my life, Malcolm. Now, it is your turn to go,” Cassandra said softly, a single tear running down her cheek. His eyes fluttered closed, his face still wet with tears. And just like that, Malcolm Blackwood, the monster who had haunted our nightmares, was gone. The news broke the next day, spreading like wildfire across every channel. Malcolm Blackwood had been killed in a dramatic shootout, ending his reign of terror.

Her eyes fell on the sacred thread around her neck—the nuptial chain. Her fragile fingers took it in hand as she examined it with longing eyes. This was the second time she was married, wasn't it? The irony? She was married to her dead husband's stepbrother. Both of them shared a common aim: destroying her. While she merely desired a normal relationship, bound by this sacred thread, one was dead, and the other was determined to give her a taste of death. She let it drop from her fingers as she got down and walked to the washroom.

Beth smirked as she cocked the gun and squinted at me. I'm so scared, I think this is the end of the world for me. "Don't kill me! It's a pity!" I begged Beth but she laughed out loud like a demon. "Goodbye Agatha... just say hello to Don Jose in heaven," he said while holding the gun. "Don't!" I screamed but saw that my chest was covered in blood. While the darkness is slowly engulfing me, I can still see Beth's loud laughter. "My son..." was the last word I said,

she muttered and activated the weapon which let out a large bolt of lightning and struck the truck. The impact was so great that the truck was nearly destroyed to nothing as it blew up, unleashing a shock wave that shattered windows of all buildings around that area. Natasha and Bianca were thrown back against the sidewalk while Lucas and Cassie fell back on the bench. The woman walked up to the debris of what was left of the truck and found the scarlet speedster stirring, with a large piece of metal lying over his chest. She took out a gun and aimed it at his head.

“There is something you need to know.” The entire hall fell silent. Mrs. Bella stared at me in confusion. I drew in a shaky breath. “Wendy didn't take his own life.” Her eyes widened. “What?” A murmur immediately spread through the warriors. My hands trembled, but I forced myself to continue. “Varek orchestrated his death.” Mrs. Bella froze. “He was the one behind it,” I said, my voice unsteady. “He made it look like Wendy had chosen to end his own life.”

This time, their faces were filled with gratitude. "Professor Callahan, thank you. If it weren't for you, our children would've died in the lab explosion. We almost misunderstood you. Thank you so much!" The stark contrast between their current gratitude and their past fury left me momentarily dazed. Meanwhile, Gregory handed all the collected evidence to the police, who then made it public. … The next time I heard about Bertha and Owen, they'd already been burned to death. This time, it was Devin's parents who did it.

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 old lady tried so hard to scream. "He pulled her all white hair and dips the same knife he used to kill the kid on the side of her neck. "Sorry, but help is now unavailable, Mrs. Coulson. Why don't you try again later?" He whispered to the old lady's ear. He sees that she's still fighting for her life and tried to crawl for the door. He rolled his eyes and head to the kitchen to get the skewer, only to stab it on Mrs. Coulson's back 17 times. Ending her life. He licked the blood that was squirted near his lips but spit it out immediately.

I started, my voice soft, “there’s something you need to know about that night. The day my mother was killed.” He leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. “Go on,” he said, his voice calm but serious. I took a deep breath, feeling the heaviness of the words in my chest. “It wasn’t just some random attack. Thanos… he killed her.” Varg froze, his jaw tightening as the weight of my words sank in. His hands curled into fists, his whole body tense. “Thanos?” he asked, his voice low. “Are you sure?”

Our wolves had chosen each other, and only my scent could calm him whenever he lost control. "Cordelia…" Tobias' voice was laced with agony. He finally learned of my death from Matthew. Without the antidote, I had died of silver poisoning when I hemorrhaged. Whitney had people dump my body in a dark forest. It took Matthew a long time to recover what remained of me and bury me. Tobias looked like he was about to lose it. He couldn't accept that he and Nicholas had a hand in causing my death, so he placed all the blame on Whitney.