Blackwidow Novels & Stories

A black haired woman who looks in her early thirties walks towards us. The wrinkles around her eyes giving her off to the fact that she'd be a lot older than that. Is that Xavier's mom? She looks kinda familiar, like she is. No, she can't be, its impossible. But... She does looks like her, almost like... "Mom." I call out loud as she gets nearer. She takes a close look at me, her eyes sky rocketing out of their respective sockets. "Honey." She gasp in shock. Its her, its really Mom.

JC gets up and paces back and forward mumbling to himself when he looks up to me 'Okay that's a lot to process and you both knew about them?' JC looks over to his parents, they both nod 'I've known Yovanna since we were both in high school we both grew up together she's my best friend and we all used to be great friends including her ex mate but he had an accident when Tatiana was born which caused him to have brain bleed he had multiple surgeries because of it from then on he changed, had hate towards us we used to be allies but Tatiana's father spiraled ended our alliance took both Yovanna and Tatiana away said he wanted to build the pack better and powerful which I wasn't surprised he tur

my wolf growled, but I was far too gone, far too weak to move a muscle, far too gone to even breathe. Everything went silent, dark, and… Cold. ***** “Is she responding to any stimuli,” “Not quite yet, Alpha,” “Why is it taking so long?” “It would take some time for her to heal properly. It's a miracle she survived such a brutal experience,” “Alright, how long has she been out?” “Two days and a few hours. Luckily, her coma isn't going to last for months.” “Look!” “She seems to be awake, her fingers are twitching,”

Not even if he’d look incredibly glorious lying on the ground, lifeless, that beautiful white suit he had on coated a beautiful, bright red as his blood pooled about him from the stab wound her beautiful knife could create. And so she pulled away, but not before baring her teeth at him, her eyes shining with promise. “I’m going to show you how much you don't know me, Kenneth,” she hissed, backing into the dark. Barbara shed the catering jacket in the shadows of the stairwell, leaving just the dress shirt and the blonde wig. Her eyes were incredibly dilated, like they did whenever she relinquished control to the Black Widow, you know, gave her the freedom and the space to enjoy her hunt.

The city didn’t sleep. Not anymore. Neon lights pulsed against rain-slicked streets, reflecting on the glass towers that reached into the sky like sharpened blades. At the heart of the chaos, whispers spread through alleyways, poker dens, and smoke-choked bars whispers of her. The Black Widow of the Delwuncos. The woman who wore her son’s ghost like armor. The woman who had turned a wedding into a funeral, and a family into an empire.

“Sure! Ask away. As long as it's from the book, I know it.” Besides the fact that the current body's owner was a genius, Ernesta herself was also super smart. Apart from being the Meredith family's daughter, she had another secret identity: Blackbeard, the top hacker in America, even the whole world. She was good at all kinds of programming languages. The strongest firewalls in the world were like Swiss cheese to her. It was clear she didn't need family. With her skills, she could have lived an amazing life. But because she was so obsessed with family, she'd broken her own wings, making herself look pathetic and ridiculous to other people.

“But it must be done precisely. No explosions. No storms. Surgical. Silent. So when they fall… they never rise again.” Petrov nodded. “That means planting a mole inside. Deep.” Bain’s brow furrowed. “Who?” Petrov’s mouth twitched in the ghost of a cold smile. “I have someone. Assassin. Name is Spider. She’s one of my most lethal assets. Silent. Deadly. Invisible. She weaves webs they never see until they’re already trapped.” Viktor chimed in: “Pair her with the Widowmaker. Widow’s already embedded connections from Caracas to Lagos. Together, they can find Valeria’s father’s strongholds. Maps. Contacts. Supply routes. Everything.”

" But I'm loyal to my late husband " She said sipping the drink from her glass. Aasha's eyes snapped at her as she took her appearance. She was draped in a light golden saree as her hair flowed down beautifully with heavy earing and neck pieces and she had a thick bracelet on her wrists. She applied bold red lipstick and the same color red bindi on her forehead which became a final touch of her showcased authority in her appearance. She looked bold, independent, confident, and beautiful, and was draped in richness from top to bottom. It's not that she is thirsting for richness or jewelry but she's just grasping the amount of difference they have when they both are widows. One was queen while

Hours later, Hayes watched from the side as Cassian made a single encrypted call. The screen showed static at first. Then cleared. A woman’s face appeared. Sharp cheekbones. Silver eyes. A name came with her: Irena Volkov. Russian intelligence-turned-mercenary. A shadow broker. A woman whose network extended into oil, media, and governments. Cassian leaned in. “I have a target,” he said. “Name?” He smiled. “Nova Blackthorne.” The woman paused. “The phoenix.” He didn’t correct her. “Alive or dead?” she asked.

Titus Blackwood. Alpha Titus Blackwood of the Venom Fang Pack is mated to my sister, Destinee Shaw. Well, I say sister. Her wolf is the wolf of my twin sister, Selene, the Moon Goddess. So that makes Destinee my sister fucked up, I know. But it makes sense to us.