Hulk X Black Widow Novels & Stories

Alpha Xavier asked with confusion in his voice and an utterly disgusting manner. "That's correct. Because there are some things you didn't know about their pack many years ago. Many years ago they partnered with another werewolf pack which now has the name Blackwood pack." the werewolf goddess spoke with power using Hilda's voice as the mighty wind couldn't let anyone walk up to Hilda nor even touch her as Stone stared at her from a distance with blood underneath his fangs, gotten from the werewolf soldiers he has killed as he could not help but wonder why the werewolf goddess chose Hilda to be her oracle. "So? Does that really matter now? Does it stop me from taking them down?" Alpha Xavier

Don't worry, when I come back, I'll bring a gift for both of you. — If you go and don't come back with my sombrero and a bottle of very spicy pepper, you know we'll have a huge problem. I'll make you work for another fifty years with me," a male voice appeared in the lobby. Coming out of the employee elevator, a man in an unbuttoned suit, a backpack on his shoulder, and a wonderful woody perfume that could be smelled from a distance, his calm tone of voice sounded like thunder, and he was completely different from what Catherine could expect from someone working there. He was tall, probably about six feet tall, strong, his hair was tied up in a bun on top of his head, a lumberjack-style bear

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.

In a swift, Shiva faced Thorin with all her beauty and might. She growled at her mate, annoyed that he couldn't still recognize her. Thorin growled back. The two werewolves were at death stare, circling each other, snarling at each other, and daring each other to attack first. Black versus white! Pitch red orbs met shining emerald!

She mused bitterly. “I have.” “That was a rhetorical question, your majesty.” Lukov didn't know why but that made him laugh. “I know that.” “No, you didn’t. Werewolves are not very good with the education and intelligence thing, I gathered.” “Says the witch whose cranial content is at the verge of extinction.” Lukov expected Shivani to jump at her own defense—argue hotly. Anything that he knew the red haired witch to be but she was quiet and he saw that her breathing was now slow and rhythmic, she’d fallen asleep, her mouth was parted softly like a child’s and her hair was splayed unattractively on the pillow.

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

The air turned to ice. "Black Widow" was the one word you never said. Rumors flew after my father’s death. That she was a curse. A woman who brought death to her own husband. It was the one scar that never healed. The one line nobody crossed. Marco was still laughing like a maniac. "You killed your husband! You're the reason the Valenti men are all dead! And you'll kill your daughter, too! You're a praying mantis who devours her own—"

he hissed, grabbing my wrist and tossing me aside like I weighed nothing. My back hit the cave wall. I groaned, my ribs screaming—but I stood again. Xander snarled and charged, ramming Loki from behind, sinking his fangs into his shoulder. The two tumbled across the cave floor in a blur of motion—fangs, claws, fists. Blood sprayed. Growls echoed. Power clashed in waves, each one heavier than the last. The air turned thick with it, choking. Every blow between them sent shockwaves through the cave, cracks spiderwebbing across the stone.

Maybe there is hope. “Wolves of Venom Fang, show them no fucking mercy!” I howl as I attack with Hyde. When we are both thrown off Alpha Rodrick as he shifts into his black wolf, Jax. Fuck! He is massive. Still not as big as Celeste, but I know he is capable of inflicting real damage. “I challenge you, Alpha Dahlia Blackwood, for the title of Alpha of Alpha’s.” His voice booms over the sounds of growls and howls when my mom Aura screams stop and all the wolves do her bidding.

Hell, I don’t even need clothes. I finished a doodle I’d been working on of Black Widow, the Avengers being hot in the entertainment world now and being my favorite comic. It’s not my best work but it doesn’t suck and I stare at it in admiration. I suddenly feel as if I’m being watched and look up to see twins. Ohhhh hell yeah!! Why is it some primal fucked up thing in a guy’s mind to have two chicks at the same time? But even better than that… sisters. But twin sisters?