Natasha Romanoff Black Widow Novels & Stories

She dressed in black, lifted her chin, and continued walking as though the weight on her shoulders belonged to someone else. She did not mourn the man who had built a secret life with Sophia Marino, nor the husband who had fathered a secret heir behind her back. She mourned the years she had blindly sacrificed, and the security that had vanished the moment Anthony’s car exploded into a ball of fire. The world thought she was a grieving widow breaking under the loss. They did not know that beneath her veil, her eyes were completely dry, hardened by a cold desire for vengeance.

The crowd laughed. They were sure that this other guy could not defeat the infamous Black Widow. It was rumored that she was born in a land of bitter winter. Strange patterns crawled all over her skin while tattoos of unknown meaning scrawled all over her face. She was said to be enchanted by a great shaman of Diablerie with the souls of venomous creatures. She possessed all kinds of abilities from animals like spiders, snakes, and scorpions. She licked her lips as she approached Logan. "Come to your mistress, little boy."

"Boss, don't tell me she's—" Sophia set aside her bowl of fruit, chin tilted proudly. "What's the matter? I'm Tisha, the one you call boss." "Nice to meet you, Boss Tisha!" Ronald sputtered, questioning his own sanity. Emeraldshade was the dark web's premier marketplace. He had once pictured Emerald Crab as a middle-aged, divorced dad, only to discover she was the elusive Miss King! As for Tisha? She was Emeraldshade's infamous Black Widow, a name that sent shivers down the spine of many.

Her beauty was dazzling, and her womanly allure could light someone’s blood on fire and even arouse a monk. In each of the four corners sat a man. They exuded strong, belligerent auras, and their gazes were sharp as if they were ready to attack at any time. The woman was Lindsay, the eldest daughter of the Ludwig family. Black was her symbolic color and also the color she remained faithful to. Those who knew her called her ‘Black Widow’ in private because even though they knew she was married, they had never seen her husband— his name was the only thing they knew about him.

Vivian cut in darkly, interrupting Natasha’s words. Natasha’s eyes flashed with rage realizing what Vivian was implying, and she turned to stare at me with hatred. “As far as I am concerned, there has been no other man in your life apart from Xavier. So did Ethan Blackwood take your virginity?” Vivian sneered. I gasped at her words, staring at her with wide eyes. My head spun, wondering what games she was playing at now, and why she should ask such a question. “Answer me Leah. You know I’m just one call away from ending your mothers life. So don’t you dare lie to me,” she snapped in anger, furious that I had not answered.

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 wailed uncontrollably. “Hey, are you hungry?” a sweet voice murmured to him. He opened his eyes and looked about. He understood he was not alone. Other children were also being put in that dark cave. Ryan cast his gaze over the blonde girl. She was a few years older than him and was as injured and dishevelled. “No, I am fine.” He mumbled. “They killed your parents too?” She asked. He didn’t comment, simply nodded. “I am Natasha Black from the Rockwood pack. You can call me Nat.” She spoke.

"Get out!''Mr Black commanded as he bowed down, they left him and his creepy room which was all painted up in black which had a dim light that one could barely see anything visible in the room. After the sound of retreating footsteps were heard,Mr Black turned to take up the picture on top of his table,it was the picture of that strange man hugging Natasha,protecting her from the maltreatment of the citizens. He cursed out loud,quietly provoked that his men failed in capturing the face of the man who had the guts to spoil his plan. Annoyed at the fact that Natasha has some backup that was unknown to him. Well,he was not panicking that she had someone on her side protecting her,after all he

Karla: I had been called to this huge mansion by some warriors to attend a meeting. In fact, I had already been paid a generous amount just to come here. So why wouldn't I go? I was Yuvonne’s mother, a mother-in-law of an alpha too. I rushed to the location, and there stood a woman named Rosetta. She was a widow. The Black Widow, in fact. The one who supposedly ate up her mates. Her husband would just die. She was simply that unlucky.

“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.”