Black Widow's Death Novels & Stories

"Dante, do you think you're great? Do you think that just because you died like a hero, or almost died like this, I should be weeping with gratitude and wipe away ten years of torture?" His pupils constricted sharply, and his lips trembled. "I just wanted to make it up to you..." "Make it up?" I interrupted him, my eyes cold as ice. "Do you know what happened after you died in your past life?" Dante froze. In his memory, the end of his life was the tragic, heroic curtain call of his love story. "You died quickly enough. But what did you leave for me?" I said, enunciating every word. "Your loyal dogs accused me of being a Black Widow who pushed her husband to the sharks to save herself. The g

There is something I want to ask about the woman earlier. "Karmic death? What is that? Her cause of death should be Accidental Death but why karmic? I don't understand." I was just stunned this time because I was overwhelmed by the feeling of what I had seen a while ago. At her young age, she was able to do ugly things. She's only 19 but she did those things apart still she is a woman.

He said before hanging up on the phone. “Who was it?” Victoria asked out of curiosity. “I have a great news for you. Catherine is dead.” Victoria couldn’t believe what she just heard. How was it possible? “Did you kill her?” She asked. “No, the one who killed her was Cedric. The man shot Catherine with his own two hands.” The revelation sounded bizarre and almost surreal for her. “I thought Cedric loves her? So why does he kill her?” She questioned, still couldn’t believe Ian. She thought the man must be playing some kind of trick on her but then Ian explained everything.

After all these years, I finally had him. With one swift motion, I struck. His body jerked once—then went still. Blood pooled beneath him, dark and thick. Silence settled over the woods. My wolves' howls rang in the distance, victorious. It was over. I stepped back, shifting back into my human form. My body ached, my wounds throbbed, but none of that mattered. Stephen Hawkings was dead. And I was still standing.

Her hands tightened around the collars of his shirt, "No, don't say it. Whatever you're about to tell me, don't say it." "He's alive," Ghost said quickly, seeing the panic in Velia's eyes. "Both Venom and Virus are alive. But they've been taken." Velia's legs gave out. Hardin was quick to grab her before she fell to the floor. He held her until she sank into a nearby chair, "Taken by who?" "Overlord Rosario," Hacker answered, "The bastard who killed Venom's family." The color drained from Velia's face completely. She had heard the story and she was aware of Venom's quest for revenge. The thought of him in the hands of his family's murderer made her shake with terror.

If only she could hear. She would want to hear him cough and see the life leave his eyes and if it was so good, beg for his life. But this was better. He wasn’t expecting it. He didn’t know what hit him. The news of his surprise death would rock the underworld. This was thrilling. This was better, and this was currently happening. She looked at all the screens and no one was moving and she closed the laptop. She looked to Takashi. It was possible because of him.

"The security droids are idling. The loop is holding, but the core processor is starting to purge the memory. You have three minutes before the house wakes up." "I don't need three minutes," Dante replied. I heard the muffled thud of a flash-bang from the floor above, followed by the rhythmic, clinical pop-pop of his suppressed .45s. He wasn't auditing; he was clearing the ledger. I reached the server vault a chamber of pulsing crimson light that looked like the interior of a heart. And there, sitting in a high-backed chair of spun glass, was the discrepancy I had been hunting. The Widow. She didn't look like a ghost. She looked like a queen in exile. Her hair was a shock of silver, pulled b

“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

“Is it gone? Why don't you hide anymore? Is this the surprise you gave me? I will smash it.” “Can you calm down?” Phedra Elizabeth panics and kills Maris Jane, Phedra Elizabeth will bear a great sin, when Maris Jane dies, Phedra Elizabeth will also die. Phedra Elizabeth tried her best to stop Duncan Hiddleston's hand, Duncan Hiddleston's face did not change, his eyes were extremely cold. Duncan Hiddleston's action was only fatal, in addition, the force was also very strong. Phedra Elizabeth this time used her full strength but still couldn't stop Duncan Hiddleston.

To leave his world forever. Forever gone, wiped so thoroughly from the face of the planet that it would seem as though she had never been here. I returned to my desk,.my chest still heaving. I picked up my phone with a steady hand. Through my contacts, I came across a name that was only a symbol—a black spider—and had no name. I listened to the single sterile ring after pressing the call button and holding the phone to my ear. On the second he replied. "Ma'am." "Activate the Red Widow," I said in a low emotionless voice. "I want her gone, quietly."