Why Does A Black Widow Kill Her Mate Novels & Stories

"My mother followed a month later. She stopped eating. She stopped talking and automatically stopped living." "Because of the mate bond?" "Because losing your mate can make you go mad or die. She chose to die, it is always harder for the women. She said the world was too quiet without him." Gaius looked at the rising sun. Hazel swallowed. "I'm sorry." "You don't have to be. It's an old pain." He shrugged. "But it means I know what nightmares look like. You don't make them stop hazel. You learn to carry them. The pain doesn't get smaller, you just get stronger."

Even up till that moment. He was mad. Angry at the Moon goddess for making him different. Then, as years passed, his anger slowly turned to hate. He hated the mention of the word close to him and often punished wrongdoers by killing their mates. Eventually, the victims killed themselves too. In the werewolf world, mates were the most important thing to anybody and living without their mates was like living in a stuffed room. Only a few make it far without killing themselves.

It's because of her heart. Her heart itself would stopped pumping life when the tip of the bodkin would touch the flesh of her mate. It's curse. Their fated love is a curse. That what she found out. How can she exactly kill a mate without paying the price of dying too?

Oh my g*d, even my 5 years away from my family hurt like that, let alone this… Once, we kill your mate… I suddenly remembered those words. “Have you ever had a mate, Titus?” He nodded and I gasped loudly. How is this possible? A werewolf only has one mate in its life! “The witch killed her before my eyes” Oh my G*d… It is said that a werewolf will die after losing its mate, not immediately but years later. – Flashback “ROLF!” A girl I’ve known since childhood called me out in the field while I was training with the royal warriors with a big smile and ran towards

When my squirrel buddy nuzzled into my neck, just below my ear, I reached up to rub his tiny head. “Tawnie? Say something, please,” he murmured. “What is there to say?” I asked quietly. “Anything. Just say something.” “How did she die?” I inquired. “Ummm, she was killed because she was not fulfilling her role as my mate,” he admitted, making me pull away from him again. “Did you kill her?” I asked, startled. “No. My family did.” “Oh. Are they going to kill everyone that you take as a mate?” I pressed.

His bedroom activities had increased. “Fuck that bastard,” I heard him say. “I should have killed him last night.” If he did, that would have hurt me, too. And Blade knew that. For wolves, living a life without their mates was a wound that would never heal. My forehead was sweating profusely, but this time, I refused to just sit down. I refused to be swallowed by the pain again. “I read in a book once that a bond with a mate could be severed although there were only a few records of it. And they were from the ancient times because only a few people were brave enough to try it. No one wanted to do it because of the unbearable pain it causes. The ones who succeeded in severing their links died

“You sound angry at that knowledge.” “I know the danger that is out there. I care about her … a great deal. I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to her. I know facing Beowulf and killing him had proven you are worthy enough to be her mate, but you are human. Humans are different from us. Their commitment level is far inferior to ours. When we mate, we mate for life. There are no divorces, no betrayals. When a mate dies, leaving his or her partner behind, they are as much as dead too. Humans can pick themselves up, and move on from such losses. There is no such thing with us.”

I was sure of it. I just had to get my mom back before the wedding. Before it was too late to undo any of this. ‘Cause I got the feeling that she was gonna eat him or something if he married her. Like one of those spiders that eats its mate. “What’s it called?” I asked my wolf. “A… black widow,” he said. “We read about it in that book.” “Right. A black widow. I think she’s like one of those.” My wolf shuddered.

“Don’t worry about her. She’s probably the safest from any accident. Your instincts will probably kick in and stop you from doing anything you shouldn’t as they kinda perceive her as a part of you, in some ways that is not untrue. It’s like the nerves in your teeth. Your jaw is strong enough to break your teeth by biting too hard. Even without werewolf levels of strength. The nerves are there to make it too painful for you to keep biting until you crush them. You kind of have the same metaphysical mechanism when it comes to her. You’ll have to push beyond that threshold to be able to actively hurt her.” “Is it true than killing a mate can kill you?” “Potentially, yes,” I said. “Or at least,

She only hoped that she would not get burned in the end. "R*pe? How could I do that? I'm still breathing. See?" Quickstep said to Danica and inhaled deep. If he had truly done the evil deed that she was accusing him of, then he wouldn't have been able to breathe anymore. Mating will kill a male ant.