Natasha Romanoff Novels & Stories

Nate tried to sound as convincing as possible. “So now you’re back like some kind of superhero to save the day? You think you’re superman, I’m not telling you shit. I don’t give a damn if you have a change of heart; you used me like I was nothing. You gave me up to Bernard like my life wasn’t worth anything to you, you’re a monster!” Roman yelled “You killed my mom and my brother! You did! You!” He continued yelling as the pain in his voice was very audible too

Natasha widened her eyes and said hastily " No Master Danial I am willing to stay by your mother's side and protect her diligently." Danial looked at Natasha intently and said in a gentle yet firm tone "Natasha, I want to make sure you're fully committed to this decision," Danial addressed her. "Leaving your past behind and taking on the responsibility of protecting my mother is not a task to be taken lightly. Can you assure me that you are prepared for this role, ready to devote yourself entirely to her well-being?" Natasha's gaze met Danial's, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and vulnerability. She took a deep breath, summoning her courage, and responded with unwavering resolve.

It looked like the woman who had been serving her was planning to protect her from the girl in front of them; she even stood in front of her. "And what are you going to do, you low-ranked elite?" the woman taunted. Althea could tell by just looking that this woman named Natasha was one of those who seemed like bullies in movies. She had enough training muscles, just like those who have superior abilities, but she also had that hot temper that makes it easy to distinguish her from the others. "You should know well that if the Jefe is not here, Madam is the one second highest here."

Together, we’re unstoppable—at least, that’s how it feels in the chaos of the fight. The witches don’t stand a chance. We came prepared, and now the coven is crumbling beneath our hands. Spells crackle in the air, a few last desperate attempts to hold us back, but none of it matters. I’ve got my eyes set on one person. Natasha. She’s standing in the center of the chaos, untouched by the fight, like she’s waiting for something. Her dark hair flows down her back, her eyes glowing with cruel amusement I’ve seen before. She’s powerful, there’s no question about that, but this isn’t her fight. She’s here for something bigger.

I couldn’t begin to imagine the kind of political power this man and… the pack possessed. “Can I ask you a question?” I said. Wraith’s gaze fell on me, and I took that as a ‘yes.’ “There was this girl—black hair, green eyes…” “Natasha. Her name is Natasha.” “Well, Natasha was saying something about being ‘marked,’ and I got curious. I want to know how the marking works.” “What did she say exactly?” “She said she didn’t think my ‘human body’ could handle it…” “She’s wrong,” he said, but nothing more.

“So where is the real Natasha? The one who came to this pack years ago under the guise of Natasha Zorin and has been affiliated with you, Ivan, as your mate.” Dead silence. None of them speaks for a good three seconds. I can see the gears turning in their heads as they visibly struggle with the information I’ve provided. “Natasha Zorin is Natasha Gillan?” the woman speaks. “Impossible. Impossible! Yo–You’re kidding, right? Or you’ve made a mistake. Natasha is this woman.” She points at the woman they brought. “This is Natasha Zorin. She is an Omega, an orphan whose parents served Ivan’s family. After their death in an accident, and considering their commitment, the late Alpha decides to spon

His hands flexed on my stomach. “I know. I can smell it all over you,” he growled. I shivered. “Falcon, please.” “Tell me about yourself, baby,” he begged. I silently cursed. “I’m Natasha. I’m 18. I’m… my mom is still alive. I like to read and hunt. I like to work and earn my own way.” I lifted my head to lick his neck. “I am competitive and don’t like taking no for an answer.”

“A woman who has chosen hiding rather than family, you came to play the good guy?” “No.” I tilted my head. “I came to warn you.” His wolf bristled. “About what?” “You’re playing a cold game,” I whispered, stopping his wolf with a flick of my finger. “And you’re losing. You are just failing to see it.” The silence that followed was thick, suffocating even for them. Lorenzo’s voice dropped, dangerous. “To who?” “Xavier Blackthorn.” I locked eyes with him. “And Valerie. The Luna you’re underestimating more than anyone. The weak pawn that you think you can play.”

Because of course, this was just another night of duties and fake smiles. Then the wind shifted, and I caught that scent. My wolf froze as every nerve in my body went on high alert. I turned, scanning the room until my eyes fell on her. She was standing at the corner, obviously trying to stay hidden. Her dress was a bit shabby and her dark hair was barely adorned. Nothing about her screamed “special,” but that pull inside me tightened so hard I could barely breathe. “Who’s that?” I’d asked Marcus. He glanced over. “Her? That’s Celia…Hartwood, I think. She’s an omega.” My eyes bulged for a second.

I needed a drink, something strong enough to erase the memory of Valeria beneath me, lips swollen from my kisses, pulse beating under the place I could never allow myself to mark. I had spent years training every instinct that came with being a Romanov Alpha. I had learned when to speak, when to fight, when to kill, and when restraint mattered more than strength. Then Valeria Morozova arrived and I behaved like a newly shifted wolf who had no idea how to control himself around a woman. I turned toward my office and stopped when Elena’s voice reached me. She stood by an arched window, the courtyard spread below, dressed in a fitted black dress that left very little to the imagination. The fai