Black Widow's Death Novels & Stories

She was dying. I stumbled forward, dropped to my knees beside her, and pulled her into my arms. Her body was ice-cold and burning hot all at once, trembling violently. Her eyes fluttered open for a second and gods, that look in her eyes, she was trying to hold on. For me and for our pups. My gaze dropped to the syringe lying a few feet away. It was empty. Damn! Alisha gave her the lethal dose of Wolfsbane.

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.

Dark red veins streaked up his neck, and his eyes went bloodshot. She walked to me and added, “I will offer the life of the reincarnated grand witch, Annika, and use it to bind the soul of the vampire king, giving him immense power and immunity to the mountain ash wood…“ “I heard her raise her hand. The air stretched with tension, and time seemed to slow down. I opened my eyes, expecting to see my life flash before my eyes, but instead, I didn’t see anything. I heard a loud bang and the flash of a muzzle barrel in the dark woods, and Agatha was thrown backward. She fell in a crumpled heap on the floor, twitched once, and died. Vladimir sprang to his feet immediately, looking around.

“But I have a message for your queen.” She leaned close, whispered coordinates, dates, warnings. A plan half-formed but sharp enough to cut. When she finished, she drew a small vial from her sleeve—nightshade and silver nitrate, distilled by her own hand in the solar that morning. “Drink,” she said. “Quick death. Or slow, screaming, tomorrow when they start cutting.” He drank without hesitation. She kissed his forehead—absolution or mockery, she wasn’t sure—and left him to die quietly.

Aurora's POV By dawn, the underworld knew. It moved the way rot spreads through wood — silent, fast, irreversible. Viktor Hale was dead. Not missing, not arrested, not vanished. Dead. Killed on his own dock, on his knees, by a woman. Rumor sharpened the details with every retelling, but the core never changed: the cages had lost their master. And something worse had taken his place.

His screams echoed for a heartbeat before they were choked off. His eyes wide. His throat torn like the feral stab of a cursed blade. My breath was ragged. My vision blurred red as Zorry howled. Howling in a manner she had never howled. “What is happening?” I asked Zorry, a flick of confusion creeping in. And then… silence. I staggered back, shaking, covered in blood that wasn’t mine. Jackson Blackwood lay broken and still, his body twisted, his chest caved in. The cousin of Alpha Volvo Blackwood is dead. And not just an ordinary death, but the death in the hands of an omega. In the hands of dirt.

She looked at him with challenge in her eyes even though she lost all of her powers and should be begging. “Do you really think this is the end and you have won?” She snarled, her voice was filled with venom. “You are never going to live in peace, you would never truly defeat me. I’ve already played sends that will-“ She wasn’t able to finish her words before Zadyre pressed his claw to her neck and choked her to death, making her quiet forever. The room settled into a tense silence and it seemed like the world had come to an halt.

Yolanda’s body finally crumpled to the ground, lifeless and devoid of vitality. Her death came swiftly, so fast that she barely had time to utter a final cry. The air was thick with a profound silence, as if even the wind had come to a standstill. Everyone fell into a heavy silence, gazing at her lifeless form, as though reflecting on the chaos and suffering she had wrought. Her death marked the end of a chapter, a grim resolution to the torment she had caused.