Black Widow Sisters Novels & Stories

I scoffed, "you couldn't let me have all the fun, could you? Just had to sneak your greedy self in." I glared at her, "Who is this battle against?" She remained silent for a few seconds, her burning eyes staring at me through her thick mass of hair, but I had seen that same reaction far too many times to be intimidated. "Two sisters have reunited. Powerful witches, sisters in fact and they have united a coven after decades of being apart," she replied, "they want to destroy the beasts first, then they will take on everyone else, but they are at a disadvantage, because they have neither the bloodbearer, nor Alruin."

My Aunt Madonna is no longer alive, and my only sister is being abducted someplace by that scumbag, Charles. Astor reveals that the whole agency that recruited Baby and me to steal from the lab, as well as their families, have been wiped out, leaving just me. It makes sense that I'm the last one standing for I was extremely cautious with my tracks, and with Dave's assistance, we were able to sneak into the system using a borrowed identity and travel from town to town without being discovered.

In our world, everyone was scared shitless of her. Seasoned capos, hardened hitmen, and rival soldiers alike trembled when her name was whispered in the shadows, giving her a fiercely fitting name across the European syndicates: La Vedova Nera. The Black Widow. I felt an involuntary shiver ripple down my spine at the mere thought of the name, a cold reminder of the lethality hidden beneath those chaotic red curls. I shook my head slightly, shifting my gaze back to Sienna, letting the tension leave my shoulders as I focused back on the woman who held my world in the palm of her hand.

"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."

Even Ethan’s flickering slowed, like he was listening. Amara crossed her arms. “You’re asking us to choose sides in a war between wives.” “It’s not about wives anymore,” Olivia replied. “It’s about survival.” Ciara raised a brow. “Whose survival?” “All women,” Olivia said simply. “Because if the Widow rises unchecked, she won’t stop at me. She won’t stop at Ethan. She won’t stop at Jessica.” Her voice lowered. “She will tear through every woman with power. Every woman who ever loved. Every woman who ever tried to build a life instead of burning it.”

Lyra stood at the center of the room, surrounded by Kane, Briane, a few scholars, and three witches. They were cloaked in midnight blue, their faces obscured by embroidered veils, except for their sharp, knowing eyes. These were The Moon-Bound Sisters, an elusive coven that had lived on the outskirts of lycan lands for centuries. Though many distrusted witches, they had been summoned at Lyra’s request - because she knew the First Queen’s knowledge alone wouldn’t be enough. The oldest of them, Siora, knelt beside the table where the recovered scripts lay, her gnarled fingers brushing against the parchment. The runes glowed faintly beneath her touch.

" 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

Aria's eyes widened in shock, her hand frozen midway to her lips as she processed my words. "What do you mean?" she demanded, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Your mother is... a serial killer?" I nodded, my throat constricting with each passing moment. "She's the 'Black Widow,'" I admitted, the words tasting like ashes on my tongue. "She... she marries rich men and then... she kills them for their money." The room fell silent, the weight of my confession hanging between us like a heavy shroud. I could feel the weight of their stares, their disbelief palpable in the air as they struggled to comprehend the truth of my words.

Santan ran down to meet, both Melinda and Calista at the outskirts of the Mountain Dew pack, in a bid to get his mate, Melinda to return to the pack, but in the end, Melinda used her charm to sway Santan into joining her and Calista in the wild. We were back at the Ridgewood pack. Cassandra Maximoff, Calista's sister, was the new Alpha of the Ridgewood pack. She was the last surviving member of the Maximoff dynasty. She was having a steamy session with her lover, Zora, a werelion, and after they were done, a minor disagreement led to a brawl, and it soon turned into a brutal war.