Black Widow Sisters Novels & Stories

"Indeed. The garden is particularly lovely this season." Joseph's hand moved to Veronica's breast, squeezing roughly, and she nearly cried out but managed to muffle it at the last second. The sisters continued their conversation, walking slowly, examining flowers, completely unaware that just beyond the thick rose bushes, their fellow sister was being brutally fucked by a priest. It took three agonizing minutes before the sisters' voices faded, moving to a different part of the garden. The moment they were gone, Joseph pulled out and spun Veronica around. "On your back. On the ground. Now."

" 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."

The highest among them, the Arch Priestess Zara of Marrakech, CEO of a multinational conglomerate by day, keeper of ancient rites by night, folded her arms and said bluntly, “We received your call. Why summon the Pact now?” Olivia didn’t waste breath. “Jessica is back. Ethan is corrupted. The Widow is coming.” A ripple moved through the circle. Not fear, calculation. These women didn’t scare easily. The Priestess from Lagos, Amara Ijeoma, head of a global security network, stepped forward. “We warned you about the Widow. You didn’t listen.” “I know,” Olivia answered. “That’s why I’m calling now.”

" A female elder snapped. I narrowed my eyes at her, "What is your reasoning on why we can't?" I asked. "Because we have always dominated the races! We don't need help from dogs." She snapped. "Are you so narrow minded that you would cause a war within your own people?" Ambrosia spoke up. "You have no say here, vampire." The female snapped. I turned my head slightly to see that Ambrosia had risen to her feet and walked next to me. "Watch your bitch tone with me witch. You may be an elder but I am a queen and will demand the respect that is deserved." Ambrosias voice boomed out with sheer power. I watched as the female's face paled and she lowered her eyes. "We mean no disrespect." My dad qui

All supernatural creatures should be found and gotten rid of. I read everything I can find and reach out to all my contacts, and I find out everything I can about this legend. Their names are Ravana Nyx,Aamon Nyx, Abaddon Nyx,Runihura Nyx, Samael Noctis, and Morgoth Noctis. Ravana and Runihura are the identical twin sisters. Aamon and Abaddon are the fraternal twin brothers. Then Samael and Morgoth are the unknown evil on this story the worst by far, but no details in anything I've found really. I decide this isn't getting me anywhere right now, and maybe I should head home. When my phone rings and it's the person I wanted to talk to the most about all of this .

Cillian introduces me with pride. “The Alpha King’s daughter. Finally.” Judging by the way she is staring at my belly area, I’m guessing this is the wolf-witch that Cillian mind-linked for the protection spell. I smile at her when our eyes meet, nodding my head when I sensed that she wants to know if I’m truly pregnant. “Kayleigh, this is the infamous sisterhood of wolf-witches. Meet Nancy, Shelby, Sandra, Sharry, Kathleen, Trisha, Cerys, Kim, and Trixie.” Cillian points to the group of ladies.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

And there, seated upon that dais, sat two figures — the silver-eyed Warden she'd met at the tree line, and beside her, another woman, nearly identical in bearing and ancient grace, except where the first Warden's eyes carried patient wisdom, this second figure's eyes burned with something colder, hungrier, fundamentally wrong. Sisters, a voice whispered through the vision, though Selene couldn't tell if it came from within the dream or from some deeper part of herself finally accessing memory that wasn't entirely her own. Once, we were sisters, bound by the same sacred purpose. The vision shifted, decades or centuries collapsing into fragmented, impressionistic scenes — the two Warden sister

I rubbed my baby bump and walked forward, speaking with cool detachment. When Paula heard this, her face filled with disdain as she curled her lips. "It's just a spider bite! We dealt with plenty of spiders back home. It's no big deal. "You city folks are just too soft. We're not afraid of these things." Oliver chimed in, "Exactly, quit being so dramatic. We're perfectly fine, aren't we?" I raised my voice. "But this isn't an ordinary spider. It's a Black Widow! The venom is extremely potent. If you don't get treatment immediately, you could die."

Maya added. “Tss. Why do I get this feeling that you're teasing me instead of trying to make me feel better?” asked Aunt Kyndra. We looked at each other and laughed at the same time, just as the elevator opened. We got out and walked towards the cafeteria. Until now, I really admire the structure of the building of the main headquarters. Almost all the facilities and amenities are already here. There's a living quarters for hunters that live here. I ignored the gazes shot at us and turned to Aunt Kyndra. I asked her about something that has been bothering me. “Aunt Kyndra, why does Silvanus know too much about the moon goddess if you don't disclose too much information about it and only were