Black Widow's Death Novels & Stories

he cried, she touched his head then she quickly withdraws her hands in shock "You killed someone today" she said with widened eyes; she could read his mind "I swear it was a mistake" he defended "The wages of sin..." She raised the knife in the air with both hands; Baddo's eyes widen "Is death!!" She stabs him on the chest, he screams in pain, she stabs again, breaking through his rib cage, then forcefully tears the flesh and bone open with her hands she pulls out the heart and cuts off all the veins and arteries attached; Baddo was already dead

“Let’s not conveniently rewrite history to suit your narrative, Linus. I also heard about that day—the same day Michelle Westwood was served Nightshade tea. A poison known to drive wolves insane, to force their nature out of control. You’re going to stand here and act like the Twelve didn’t go there prepared for chaos, as if they already knew what was going to happen?” The murmurs in the room grew louder, but I pressed on, my voice rising. “I also heard she took her own life after finding out her daughter and mate were dead—killed. And you want to paint her as a monster? She was hunted without even knowing it. None of that tragedy would have happened if someone hadn’t decided to serve her Ni

I have been the perfect wife to Marcus Blackwood, the powerful CEO of a billion-dollar empire, for five years. What I never knew was that the woman living under my roof as his "cousin" was his secret lover — and together, they had been quietly accelerating the brain cancer already killing me. But I woke up this time with something I never had before. Memories. Of my last life.. Now I’ve got three weeks left to live. So what does a dying woman with nothing left to lose do with a billionaire's darkest secrets? She burns it all down..

“Some people fall in love slowly. Others fall in love while walking toward death.” ⸻ The old chapel stood silent beneath the storm. Rainwater dripped through the cracked ceiling. No one moved. No one even breathed. Alessio De Luca’s cold grey eyes remained fixed on the old woman standing beside Seraphina. The air itself seemed frozen. Finally, he spoke. “So…” “…the Black Widow is still alive.” The old woman’s wrinkled face remained calm.

She dressed in black, lifted her chin, and continued walking as though the weight on her shoulders belonged to someone else. She did not mourn the man who had built a secret life with Sophia Marino, nor the husband who had fathered a secret heir behind her back. She mourned the years she had blindly sacrificed, and the security that had vanished the moment Anthony’s car exploded into a ball of fire. The world thought she was a grieving widow breaking under the loss. They did not know that beneath her veil, her eyes were completely dry, hardened by a cold desire for vengeance.

There was nothing more I could do for him. I gently closed Danny’s eyes. “Rest in peace, Danny,” I whispered. “Sir, the doctor—” Yuri’s voice trailed off as he rushed in. Shock spread over his face. He exhaled slowly and bowed his head. “He’s dead,” I said. “And Mr. Marx and his family?” “They were killed by Vlad, Victoria’s father. He’s behind everything, Yuri.” Yuri’s eyes widened. “We have to inform the other Nightshade members, sir. And Mr. Alistair, too! This betrayal can’t be forgiven.”

“He said everything was going fine between them. They even went on a candlelight dinner the day before she died. He had to go to the woods as some rogues broke into the border. When he came back from the woods he found her lying on the bed lifeless. She had taken a large amount of wolfsbane and her wrist was sliced open by a silver dagger. That was lying beside her leg. Her fingerprints were found on the dagger.” Tears welled up in his eyes as he recalled the drastice past incident. I didn't want to make the old wounds fresh, I just wanted to know the story Ziven showed them. That bastard has planned everything very meticulously leaving now loopholes. They had no other way except believing t

She was too close to me, and neither Bruce nor Maddox had time to stop her. Just as the blade was about to pierce my heart, I took a step to the side. I was unharmed, but Jessica wasn't so lucky. She tripped over the autopsy table, and the scalpel in her hand plunged straight into her own neck. She died on the spot. Along with the blood flowing out of her body, a cursed worm emerged—it was the mother worm. I took out a small box and put the mother worm into it. Then, I stuffed the box into my pocket.