Black Widow Urban Dictionary Novels & Stories

The sound made my stomach drop. I scrambled back until my spine hit the headboard. “Who are you?” I demanded, even though fear had already started creeping into my bones. “Why are you in my house?” One of them looked around slowly, his gaze dragging over the room before settling on me. “So you’re the widow,” he said. My throat went dry. “You need to leave this house right away.” He smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “Your house isn’t yours anymore.” My pulse quickened. “What do you mean? What do you want?”

Alexander heard the movement and swiftly dodged, escaping unscathed. "Aaah!" Someone nearby was not as fortunate. Having been struck by the poisoned mud, their body corroded into a puddle of pus instantly. The corrosiveness rivaled that of strong sulfuric acid. This person was simply unlucky, guilty of nothing but being too close to Alexander. This scene naturally attracted onlookers, but upon seeing the assailant, they all fell silent. The woman was Samuel's fiancee known as Black Widow. No one dared to provoke her. "Keep staring, and I'll have your eyes gouged out and pickled." Black Widow had just killed someone but acted as if nothing happened.

“Alpha command me, if you think I’m lying, Heath!” He threw me on the ground and paced. “I lost partners today because of one fucking shadow maw.” I rubbed my neck and looked up at Heath with tears stinging my eyes. “Heath, what is a shadow maw?” He looked at me, his body towering over me. “It’s a wolf that is much larger than ours. It doesn’t look like ours either. I went through our database looking for information until I found out what they were. Thalia is a shadow maw.”

Lex POV Greetings, fellow beings! I am Alpha Lex, the esteemed leader of the Black Widow Pack. Within the confines of my pack, we have a sanctuary. Where you will witness a harmonious coexistence of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas, each with their unique strengths and vulnerabilities. Our purpose here is to extend our unwavering support and compassion to those who have lost their way. Whether it be due to their primal instincts overpowering their rationality or the heart-wrenching experiences of abandonment and mistreatment they have endured in their past packs.

She asked, growing angry at his accusations. “She is a Vurthron, a black widow and a killer.” He replied. What the heck?

Sam said. “I know, I know,” Olivia said.” Where do we start?” Suddenly a large bang arupted from lout side the warehouse as screams from the panicing citizens followed. “Looks like you got your answer, Liv,’ Scott uttered. The turn raced out of the warehouse to find 9 foot. Black widow zapping venom from its mouth and setting the windy city to blaze. “I hate bugs,” The towering arachnid terrorized the downtown building of Chicago with no sing of stopping.

Then, in her moment of defeat, a title caught her eye. “The Widow’s Bane.” She’d read the phrase again and again, her heart racing. Back then, she thought her mother was making things up, but now, hearing it again, Piper wasn't so sure. Her thoughts snapped back to the present as the two voices ahead of her chuckled. “There’s no way that’s real,” the first one snorted. “You were probably ripped off. The Widow’s Bane isn’t an actual thing.” “Oh, it’s real,” said the second one, his tone sly and confident. “You’ll see soon enough.”

“Ye know all bout the hunger part, I’m guessin.” His guts twisted as he thought of Eddie . . . and Jones. He squirmed. It was probably his imagination, but his clothes seemed tighter than usual, his legs and arms sticking out several inches from the cuffs and sleeves. “And?” Hartley dangled the charm from its strap. “I’m guessin’ this here is an old conjure for what they used to call a ‘Wihtikow’, roughly translated as Wendigo. Some dialects even call it Ithaqua . . . ”