Black Widow
'too bad she was a black widow. no need to get more heat by having more fun.' the doors closed on the brown wolfess in a black dress. it was the last time she would be in new orleans in a while. it was too bad.
Belladonna's Binding by ShadowFox97
I'm sure that i don't have to tell you, dear reader, what a black widow is... but that by itself just baffled me. "uhm, what?" she said nothing, did nothing but walked into the shadow under the bridge again.
The Black Widower, Pt.2
Enjoy the final part of this story, the black widower! ricky took one last look at his house before leaving to go see jonathan.
The Black Widower, Pt. 1
Have you ever heard of a black widow?" "yes, they are extremely poisonous. that's all i know about them though." "well, the black widow is one of the most fascinating spiders on the planet.
Black Widow and The Tarantula Ten
Here he comes, the black widow himself...
Kioga: Diaplomacy 8 - The Black Widower
Around them, the color and tone of the environment sank into quiet severity, the white stone of the main area faded into austere black, with straight accents of bright chrome. They braced themselves for cheap studded harnesses and "pig-hole stretcher"...
The Unicorn Boys Part One
If you are reading what i am writing, then i'm assuming you have already read some of the stories my friend the black widow has put up.
Dawning of a New Age: Caged Animals
The dog followed the cat for some time. He didn't know where the alley tabby was going, but he hoped it was to food. He hadn't eaten in what seemed like an eternity. They walked to an old, broken building. The cat jumped nimbly into a shattered...
A Wedding to Remember
#6 of stories from the castle of the immortals _all characters, settings, and content is copyright black widow. this story has drug use and sex in it. if you don't like those things or are too young to read it, i suggest you hit the back button.
Laughing
#5 of stories from the castle of the immortals _this story and it's characters are copyright to me, black widow. please do not use them without my permission_ there is something to be said about a laughing child.
Dawning of a New Age: Part I
_England, 3004_ The child curled into a tight ball. Her dirty face buried itself in her small dog's soft fur. A light rain sprinkled the hellish ground. The girl's clothes were worn and tattered. Her bony body spoke of little food. She was...
Reality
._ ~snowy majick, aka the black widow ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the child sat upon the bed. a stuffed grey wolf in one hand and a black and white cat in the other.