Why Did Black Widow Sacrifice Herself Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, her power didn't increase one bit. So she came to her last attempt. She decided to conduct the most demonic method that no mother had done before, she chose to sacrifice her youngest daughter, Cecilia, to the moon goddess. It shattered her heart to see her child die miserably by her own hand. Viviane cannot stop crying during the ritual, especially when she saw Cecilia’s blood filled the room. She soon regretted her deed and hoped that she could undo what she had done. But it was all too late…

"Dante, do you think you're great? Do you think that just because you died like a hero, or almost died like this, I should be weeping with gratitude and wipe away ten years of torture?" His pupils constricted sharply, and his lips trembled. "I just wanted to make it up to you..." "Make it up?" I interrupted him, my eyes cold as ice. "Do you know what happened after you died in your past life?" Dante froze. In his memory, the end of his life was the tragic, heroic curtain call of his love story. "You died quickly enough. But what did you leave for me?" I said, enunciating every word. "Your loyal dogs accused me of being a Black Widow who pushed her husband to the sharks to save herself. The g

The scene dissolved and shifted—now showing her, the Scarlet Witch herself, standing on a mountain of flames, holding a spell so enormous I could feel it ripple across my skin even here. “I made a sacrifice,” she continued softly. “My own soul. My own body. All for the chance to save as many as I could.” Light burst from her chest as she chanted. But when the spell settled, something went horribly wrong. The witches turned on each other. Terrified. Paranoid. Corrupted. “They began killing one another,” she said bitterly, “believing it was the only way to protect themselves. The wolves were not the only problem. Everyone’s DNA… every creature… had been touched by that madness.”

A mighty wind descended upon them and when she rose her hand to dig her prepared spelled twig into Belladonna's chest, and offer her as the last sacrifice, she realized that the last sacrifice had already been offered. She staggered back, pushing Belladonna out of her grip, as she struggled to pull the twig the bride had dug into her stomach away. Her breathing was heavy and her knees hit the floor from the weakness that weighed her down to her bones, her gaze fixed on the Nahiri, as blood ran down her cheeks like tears. She was bleeding from every opening. The last sacrifice had been offered, and it was her. Eli's sword clashed against the wall over and over again. He couldn't see what was

In fact, with the way her temper was rising, she couldn’t promise to let the others go scot-free, but the day hadn’t ended just yet. “Speaking of women,” one of them slurred, pouring himself another glass. “Did you hear about that story on the news? Some guy in our business… poisoned in his own bed. They’re saying a woman did it.” The oldest one chuckled darkly. “Not just any woman, folks. They’re calling her the Black Widow. A ghost. No one knows her face. There are just whispers of her. Apparently, she charms men, and once they give in to her, none of them make it out of her web. Poison Guy’s story is not the only case.”

I got swallowed in, and the more I looked at her, the more I knew that she was my home. “Aries," I called softly. “No," she cut in and snatched her wrist from me. She rested her back against the cold cave walls and zoned out again. “I guess you didn't read about the sacrifice the White Wolf has to make." "What?” "It's not just all about power, glory, and fame, Axton.” She continued. "We have to sacrifice ourselves. I don't get to have a mate; I don't get to know what it's like to kiss someone or to feel their touch.”

“It will not burn you. It will stabilize you.” “Stabilize the door,” Maeven muttered. Lyra ignored her. “Tonight,” Lyra continued, “you will undergo the Widow’s Binding.” Sable’s breath seized. “What is that?” Lyra’s gaze held hers. “A rite that defines what you are,” she said. “And who has claim.” Sable’s mark flared in protest. The second heartbeat surged, excited. Thump-thump. Lyra watched the reaction like she’d been waiting for it. “If you resist,” she said, “the bond will resist with you. And we will have no choice but to cut.”

She quipped as she turned to glare at me, her eyes shifting color quickly before she turned away from me and left the room, leaving me to my thoughts. Was I being manipulated? Of course, I was, and I knew it but what other choice did I have, my mother killed her own husband to get her way and even plans to take out Rook, if I fail there is nothing to stop her from killing me, the black widow of hell killing everything she touches.

“Instead of handing Nevan to get Karazcht back, I volunteer myself to get married to the Vampire lord, in place of her,” I didn’t even realize it when I burst into the room. The chattering was deafening, the moment those words left her mouth. What the hell was she saying? Why the hell was she trying to sacrifice herself? Doesn't she know how dangerous it was? As their Leader, it was I who was supposed to take all the risks for my people, not her. Why was she doing this? I was willing to sacrifice myself to the Vampire King, willing to be his test subjects to all their experiments, even willing to turn into a hybrid, just to prevent any of them getting hurt, why was she taking the burden on h

" Are you willing to let everything, everybody go, for him, once again? " This was something that did not come from Sarah. It was Midnight's buried grief.A regret that she had been carrying for eternity. Sherizad's sacrifice. Her sacrifice scattered her entire clan. Midnight only knew that it was a choice she had taken for Ryan. She learnt it from Helos, the mastermind. She had never been able to digest that betrayal. How could a queen of her stature, give up the future of her clan and herself, for a mere lover? As the darkness inside her kept pumping, she could no longer refrain from commenting, while watching her walk down the same path.