Black Widow Spider Kills Mate Novels & Stories

Nadia spun around in hopes to catch another glimpse of the vampire. She then shut her eyes tight as a lump formed in her throat. This isn’t happening, she thought. Impossible..She continued. It was an irrevocably overwhelming rush of emotions when realizing that the villainous creature was her mate. Coyotes do not mate with such a bond much less to the opposite species. Vampires were cruel and unworthy. Their sole purpose is to kill and devour-that’s it. Whatever heart felt emotions they had were long gone and nonexistent. They weren’t capable of such responsibilities other than drinking blood.

He slumps back down on our bed with his head hanging “He killed her.” “Yes he killed her and we stayed by him. We are his beta and what does he do? He made friends with that shewolf and has her in the home with his mate. The same mate he killed while screwing her. What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to feel?” Finally I sink down on the ground on my knees all my energy once again gone.

The bugs that were injected into her body had a bulging belly and the sight made her vomit all over again. Mateo took hold of her hair. He was worried seeing the amount of blood that she had vomited. Each time she vomits, there would be a mass of bulging bugs coming out from her mouth. The more he looks at it, the more the hatred in his heart grew. His mom should have known that he had waited for his mate for a very long time. But, not only did she not agree with Carissa, a hunter, to become his mate, she also took action against her. Doesn’t his mom know the importance of a mate?

Her blood began to spurt in long waves, watering the grass and staining the earth. The shadows broke apart, falling to the ground once more. They slithered over the fallen blood, devouring each drop that fell to the earth. Mason lurched forward; his hands extended as if he were going to help his dying mate. 'There's nothing you can do', I wanted to tell him. 'I killed her, Mason. I killed your mate.' Mason stopped dead in his tracks as a chorus of hisses erupted from the Vampires, warning him to back off.

Even more so, her bite didn't kill him and his blood didn't kill her. Can a vampire and a werewolf truly be mates?

And after much wining and dining, they’d fallen asleep. One thing alpha Zephyr didn’t know about James the Vampire is that he was mated. His mate Jefferson had stayed behind to scout the premises and learn all the keep’s corners. So when they killed his mate, they hadn’t been aware of his existence yet. When a mated vampire lost their mate, they tended to follow them by killing themselves, but not before eliminating the threat that led to the demise of their beloved, even if it took centuries. In the morning, everyone in the keep had been found dead. From alpha Zephyr to the little boy. The dagger had been destroyed, reduced to ashes.

She said pointedly. “Did you know that sometimes when werewolves reject their mates and search for a new mate that it could kill them? There was a woman who found a second chance mate but on the night that he marked her, her wolf healed the mark, and she ended up being alone and unmarked forever.” I said softly. “Would you believe me if I told you that there was no spark between my mate and me? But he is my mate. I should choose him and love only him.” I said softly.

"Are you angry with me?" Ganice did not reply and kept looking out of the window where a Mantis was trying to impress the female mantis. It was starting the mating season soon. "She kissed me. I did not know she was going to do it." He tried to explain as he felt guilty. "Do you know what female mantis do to make after mating?" She suddenly questioned him who confusingly glanced at her. Why she was bringing an insect between their conversation. "It kills the male and eat it."

she squirmed in my arms and hid her face in my chest. "Mate" I heard my wolf Dominic growling in my mind. my eyes widened. Richard's wife is my mate? the person whom I killed, his wife is my mate. . .

When my squirrel buddy nuzzled into my neck, just below my ear, I reached up to rub his tiny head. “Tawnie? Say something, please,” he murmured. “What is there to say?” I asked quietly. “Anything. Just say something.” “How did she die?” I inquired. “Ummm, she was killed because she was not fulfilling her role as my mate,” he admitted, making me pull away from him again. “Did you kill her?” I asked, startled. “No. My family did.” “Oh. Are they going to kill everyone that you take as a mate?” I pressed.