Black Widow's Sister Novels & Stories

The pendant at her neck flared, and for a heartbeat, the assassin froze—just long enough for Kael to knock them into a broken wall with bone-crushing force. The figure groaned and dropped its hood. A woman. Pale skin. Eyes like molten silver. And a scar running across her left cheek in the shape of a crescent moon. Aria’s breath caught. “I know you,” she whispered. The woman spit blood and smirked. “Of course you do, little Flame. We’re sisters.” --- The Sister She Never Knew Everyone froze. Kael’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you talking about?” The woman chuckled darkly. “Oh, he doesn’t know, does he? Poor thing. Thought you were the only miracle born under the red star?”

The sound of stone grinding against each other in a low rumble echoed off the hallway and finally, we were able to push the pillar a way, showing the figure of a bloodied woman. Without a second thought, I quickly reached out to hold her hand, and helped her out. That was when I recognized her to be the woman who had kept a pistol in her thighs earlier. When James saw the woman, he exclaimed, “It's you?” “Do you know her?” I asked quietly, and he nodded. “Yes. She is a sister to the leader of the black vipers.” He replied without looking at me. “Black vipers? Are they the Italians?” This time, it was not James who replied, but the woman.

Victor continued shakily, “Alex and Kevin’s younger sister, was kidnapped barely an hour after Anna gave birth to her. I searched everywhere. For nineteen years. I never stopped.” The room fell into stunned silence. Raf, Alex, Kevin, and Vidhant stood frozen. “She… she’s our real sister?” Alex whispered. Victor nodded, tears welling in his eyes. “Yes.” Kevin ran a hand through his hair, breathing heavily. “Then… all this time…” “But she is a human, and that’s only possible if her parents are not the true mates,” Raf murmured and eyed Victor, who shook his head in return. “She is not a werewolf, I know,” Victor said, his voice heavy, “but she is not a normal human being either.”

My little sister was the breach between the veil, a forbidden world that should remain sealed. And at times like this, I just couldn't help but think that Eric Blackthorn had just been a pawn, a greedy mindless puppet in what happened that night. My sister's safety has always been a priority since she was born. Both the Supreme and Grishan witches had always kept her safe and hidden from those who sought after her powers for one reason or the other. She was the center of all supernatural kinds. She was every bit of us, and at the same, something entirely different. Someone precious.

Roman had barely been born and I was still in the daze of all that. Yes, she'd warned me about the blood but I think a lot of things were happening back then for me to remember. I had no idea that I ended up getting injured. “So that was how she got into me? Through my blood?” She nodded. “She enjoys blood sacrifices and seeing as her sister has taken an interest in you, she saw you as a good host.” “Her sister? Who's her sister?" “The Moon goddess. The Moon goddess is her sister.” There were a lot of things I didn't know. Anyways, right now, there was only one thing that mattered to me and that was how the hell I was going to get rid of this thing.

Both smile at her with a thank you. “I never gave you my name Alpha Blake.” The woman says with a smile that lights up her face and her eyes. They sparkle in the videolink. “My name is Talia, I am the sister of Tabatha, who is currently spying on a certain rogue Alpha.” My jaw drops. Her sister is what now? “You’re a witch.” Allie states calmly, and the woman nods with a smile.

Vanessa whispered quietly, “That’s…” She stopped. Leo leaned closer to the screen. “Who is she?” Vanessa finished the sentence slowly. “…my sister.” The room in the penthouse went completely silent. Vanessa was still staring at the screen. “My sister.” Daniel looked between her and the laptop. “You’re telling me there’s another hacker in this war… and she’s related to you?” Vanessa didn’t answer immediately. On the screen, the young woman leaned closer to the camera. Dark hair tied back.

" She and Mom both loved using their looks to get what they wanted, so they assumed everyone else did the same. As she spoke, she pulled out a small knife and waved it back and forth near my face. Seeing her pull out an actual blade, the thugs around us got uncomfortable and moved to stop her. One said, "Brett, we agreed we'd just rough her up and let her go! Now you've even taken her blindfold off, and you're bringing out a knife?" Brett Hudson was Jessica's delinquent boyfriend. Those thugs followed him for the street cred, but none of them wanted to mess with real weapons. Brett stepped forward to intervene. "Jessica, enough. Scaring her is one thing, but she's still your sister."

“Oh, so you go way back. No wonder you’re defending him. Maybe there was already something going on between you two. Were you already involved before he married my sister?” I could not hold back anymore. I stepped forward and slapped her, then sneered. “There was already something going on? What happened between your sister and me is none of your business. Who do you think you are? Yesterday, Wendy came to me in a dream. She said she was sorry and told me to find someone better. She also said you are ungrateful and told me to stay away from you.” “That is impossible! That is all fake!” Her face turned pale, but with every sentence I invoked the dead, she had no way to argue.

"And you're coming home with me tonight." To my shock, she didn't cower. Instead, she straightened her spine and pushed back with an Alpha aura that matched my own in intensity. "I belong to no one," she said coldly, her eyes flashing gold. "Especially not a man who saw our bond as nothing but a 'cruel joke.'" Only one bloodline could produce a female with that kind of power... "You're a Blackwood," I breathed, the pieces suddenly falling into place. "Alexander's sister—Lyra！"