Black Widow's Death Novels & Stories

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

By the time I was 16, I had already hacked, stolen, killed, and destroyed a few people’s lives. “This is why he nicknamed me ‘Black Widow’. I could get in, infect, and disappear without anyone knowing until it was too late.” I whisper, avoiding looking at Lia. “Granted, it wasn’t something I was entirely comfortable with, except for a few like Angelo’s father. They deserved it, but ultimately it was all just to so-called ’help’ my uncle, the boss, cover his ass due to his gambling and whatever other bullshit he was doing.” She runs her hands through her head, careful not to mess it up too much or her perfectly made-up face, heaving a heavy sigh.

“Your wife committed a grave offense, young master. She escaped from prison. And was involved in a ghastly car accident. Her body could not be recovered unfortunately because she burned to death in the car. But we had traces of blood on the scene. And when we conducted a DNA test, they matched your wife’s. And also the car that was used was a Bugatti Chiron registered under your name. I’m sorry to inform you young master. But she is dead. Your wife, Leah Blackwood is dead.” I took a step backward slightly and I could barely feel my feet moving. All I could hear was the continuous voice echoing in my head. ‘Your wife, Leah Blackwood is dead.’

She asked, "Are you the one who issued the mission?" The Japanese warrior said, "You don't need to know so much, just tell me how you failed?" The black widow was very clear that her life was in the hands of the Japanese people. She told the story from beginning to end, and finally said, "It was all going well, but there was a master of poisoning in them. Not only did he not get poisoned by us, but he poisoned us on the contrary." "What does that man look like?" Asked the Japanese warrior.

She stabbed me! "Bella... why?!" I asked with the knife still embedded in my chest. "You killed him, Chad! You killed my son!" She bellowed with tears flowing wildly. "Fuck, no! Bella, I didn't!" Screams and chaos erupted. "Seize her!!" Someone yelled as I began to lose consciousness. A woman appeared next to Bella out of thin air—the witch! Hudson's mother. She grabbed Bella, and they banished before everyone’s eyes, leaving me with my hand outstretched in the air, grasping nothing. Then everything turned black.

He paused before continuing. “They don’t need sleep or worry about the sun. There isn’t any shift change or place you can sneak in. She knew it.” He chuckled to himself. “She just ran in, guns blazing. Threw grenades like it was confetti. Both the elder and leader died, along with over 450 other vampires in the compound.” “Did they find her…her body…?” I could barely get the words out. Hector turned his back, his hands covering his face. “They did. Her…” He closed his eyes hard, tears streaming now. He took a few haggard unneeded breaths. “She was too close to the final blast. The blast shattered her insides. She was buried beneath debris from the building after that.”

It is becoming natural in a way she absolutely intends to panic about later. A dead woman drops from behind a leaning stack of wardrobe panels. Drops. The whole display comes with her. Boxes slam down in a cardboard avalanche. Maya goes sideways, shoulder cracking into shelving, crowbar skidding from her hand. The dead woman crawls over the boxes fast enough to be unfair. Eli is there. He catches the shelving with one arm before it comes down on Maya’s legs and drives his knife up with the other. Clean. Controlled. Final. The corpse collapses inches from Maya’s boot.

My beta wolf bristled with rage, claws threatening to emerge as I gripped the phone tighter. "Where is she?" I repeated incredulously. "She's gone! Her ashes are with Alexander Blackwood after the Silver Return ritual!" "This is ridiculous," Derek's voice remained maddeningly controlled. "Put her on the phone. I know she's there with you." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this some sick alpha game? Or was he truly in denial? "She's dead!" I shouted, my voice breaking. "You and your pack allies killed her! You struck her with silver-enhanced strength and left her impaled on a silver hook in the medical center!"

She was crying, looking down, scared. “Why did you do it?” he asked. She shook, sweating. “I needed money, your majesty. Then she came,” she cried. “I don’t care if you need money, woman; who told you to pour such an amount of wolfbane and silver on her food?” he asked. She cried, looking up, and she was looking at Yasmine. I looked at Yasmine, and she looked nervous. The staff was about to talk, but suddenly she brought something out of her pocket and drank the content. My mouth hung open as she shook terribly, blood coming down her mouth, and slowly she choked to death. Rodney went to her and shook her a bit.

Richard’s voice dropped to a chilling, romantic hum, "then I and my wife will be going to the afterlife together. Forever. No more Hamiltons. No more Thornes. Just us." The video cut to black. "What does he mean?" Derek whispered, the bottle slipping from his hand and smashing on the floor. "What does he mean afterlife'?" "He’s going to kill her, Derek," I said, the words feeling like lead in my mouth. "He’s going to kill her and himself." As the silence settled over us, the massive TV screen on the penthouse wall flickered. It was the breaking news. "Breaking News: The body of Vanessa Romanov has been found dead in her private residence. Police are reporting a scene of extreme violence. Sim