روايات وقصص ضمن Black Widows Enemies

I yelled, my voice echoing in the room. Greg's eyes narrowed and he looked straight at me. "The humans aren't the only enemies you have, Axel. Have you forgotten the council of Alphas never liked your father and most of them still blame your father for what happened? I wouldn't cancel out the possibility of any of them being responsible for this!" He said. I wanted to believe him but after the explanation he just gave, I could see his biased opinion straight through him. "If you are trying to say the Widow could be an enemy, then you are wrong."

my mother hissed furiously. “This is a black witch and a vampire, we are talking about, if they do not gather their thoughts together, our common enemies will use that against us” Davina snapped, she was brimming with hostility as she clenched her fists tightly. “That's not all, that might also anger the Whisper pack and they might declare us enemies…” Hilary was cut off by Hailey. “And they might kill us before we even start the war against Alpha Axel's pack”. Hailey covered her mouth in fear. Extreme fear etched on her face.

“We don't know! They wore no insignia. They came with fire and silver, targeting our food silos and our healers' den first.” My blood ran cold. The silos. Kael's warning echoed in my mind. The woman clutched at my sleeve, her grip surprisingly strong. “They kept saying... 'This is for the hypocrite creatures.' They said this is what happens to packs who side with the Black Widow.” A profound silence fell over our gathered Sentinels. The threat was here. And it had declared war on us by attacking our allies. I looked up at Malcolm, the weight of the crown I had just accepted feeling heavier than ever.

Evangeline's Pov "She was holding up remarkably well." "Poor thing. So young to be a widow." "I heard she got his shares now." The whispers followed me like flies, and I let them because that’s what widows did. We floated through rooms in black dresses and let people say whatever they needed to say to make themselves feel better about death.

He was our only proof, a silent witness who could not speak. We gathered in the war room. The four of us—me, Isabella, Lucian, and Anya—stood before the large screen. The complex web of our enemies—Bianchi, Valenti, Thorne, Marco—had been wiped clean. In its place was a single, untouchable name: Liliana Moretti. “How do you fight an enemy you cannot name?” Lucian asked, voicing the question that was consuming all of us. “How do you gather proof against a woman who has been a ghost for twenty-five years and is protected by the most powerful man in our world?”

He was pronounced dead. I and my sister wailed and mourned his death for days. Neither of us blamed each other for his death. Angelina especially stood by me, ensuring I was doing okay. She drove me to the clinic whenever I wanted and bought me the necessary medications. She was my shield and my rock. And now, as she drove me to the hospital to care for me while I had my fifth miscarriage, I couldn't be more guilty. She spent her whole life ensuring I was in good hands.

"Whoever took these is a professional. And if they’ve been watching both of you, it means they’ve been planning something for a while." Adrian’s gaze was cold. "Find out who they are." Daniel nodded. "I’ll start with the usual channels. But Adrian… if this is who I think it is, we need to be prepared for a war." Claire’s heart pounded. "Who do you think it is?" Daniel hesitated, glancing at Adrian. "The Blackwood family has made powerful enemies over the years. Some… don’t forget." Adrian’s jaw tightened. "If they’re coming after me, they’ll regret it."

She snapped her fingers twice, and the maids brought her a bowl of water. A mischievous smile crept across her lips. “I, Melissa Brooks, wash my hands of him. I no longer consider Alexander my son until he comes to his senses,” she declared, raising her wet hand in the air. “I cut,” she whispered, the blade of the dagger presented to her slicing through her palm, blood rushing out. It was a tradition to inform the mafia allies that we no longer accept a leader and, if found close to the territory, he or she should be killed.

If there are not one but two powerful hybrids—part vampires and part Lycans then it means there are more enemies, more people that can match my power. Tyson is friends with Dustin and the King of the West is also their friend. Together and united, these three can bring down the South while I am busy fighting Tyson Murdoch or Levian if he also appears. And what if they somehow figure out how to get the walls of the South down? It’s also possible that Avery figured out by now that the magic shield around the stone wall weakens on every full moon when I am not in my right mind, and incapable of feeling the wall.

"We already know who the real enemy is." Andhara handed Stella a small scroll, her face serious. "This information is important. The Black Order is preparing something outside the eastern region. They're working with a highly trained military group. They're starting to make new weapons, made from wolfsbane that have been modified to be more deadly. It's not just about werewolves, Stella. It's about total domination." Stella accepted the scroll and kept it under her cloak. "Then, what are you going to do?"