Black Cat X Spiderman Novels & Stories

Every wolf in the room bowed their heads in submission, but I remained frozen, my heart hammering wildly in my chest. I could feel him. The moment was suffocating, an unseen force pressing down on my bones. I dared to lift my gaze. Alpha King Xander Black stood at the entrance, broad shouldered and imposing, his piercing silver eyes sweeping over the room. The black coat he wore barely concealed the raw, lethal strength in his frame. Scars marred the back of his hands—evidence of battles fought and won. I couldn't look away. And then it happened. A spark. A pull so strong it stole the air out of my lungs.

Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground.

Spider, seated in the passenger seat, leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studied the dark tree line on both sides of the road. “That wasn’t here yesterday,” Spider muttered. Sarah, seated in the back, looked up from her phone. “What’s wrong?” Scorpion didn’t answer right away. His gaze swept the surroundings, too quiet, too clean. No animals. No passing cars. Even the wind seemed to have gone still. “This is wrong,” Spider said flatly, turning halfway toward Sarah. “Ma’am, we need to brace for impact.” Her stomach tightened instantly. “Impact?” Spider reached for the door handle. “I’ll step out and move it.”

When her terror abated, due in large part to her timely rescue and the soothing bath removing all traces of the spider that shouldn't exist outside Mordor, Carlie found herself in a peculiar situation. On the one hand, she wanted to stay mad at the guys, but despite her attempt to escape, Mr. Kitty, along with his pet jaguar, came to save her dumb, blonde ass. While the cat seemed to have disappeared again, Golden Grin ended up being part of her escort back. Between them, they bathed her and calmed her high blood pressure, then, despite their lingering hands, left her alone.

So she called the person she trusted the most in the world— There was a click as the call went through. “Hello?” “Madam Dahlia, it’s me, Spider.” Aria’s eyes were perfectly still in the darkness. “Good news. “—I’ve established contact with the assassination target.”

"You… What are you doing?" "What am I doing?" Kendall smirked. "Aren’t you bold and brave? I’ll give you a taste of the Dark Sky Spider. This is a special venomous creature reared by the Five Poison Sect. Once bitten by it, your entire body will turn numb and your skin will start to rot. By then you wouldn’t know whether you’re still alive or dead. Why don’t you try it?"

Any desire to laugh evaporated instantly, replaced by a much sharper, dangerous ache—one triggered by being pinned against an intensely attractive Alpha male in total darkness. Kael forced his senses to track Alpha Marcus Greyfang’s deep voice. The dominant male showed no signs of leaving, content to analyze the structural engineering for a solid ten minutes. His partner, Orion Cransfang, remained completely silent, years of an alpha-alpha partnership having clearly taught him that interrupting Marcus when he was calculating territory logistics was entirely useless. Suddenly, my breath hitched and my spine went completely rigid. Kael tracked my gaze down to the floorboards where a massive, m

Something thick and white is catching a bit of the light, like strong woven threads intertwining inside the sewer. “What is that?” Jossie mutters, tugging at the sleeve of my cloak. “What do you think is in there?” “I don’t know,” I reply, taking a step forward so the others will follow. “Let’s just—” The rest of my words get cut when a gigantic black figure emerges from the mouth of the sewer. I raise my lamp higher out of instinct, and I nearly drop it when I see what just came out. A gigantic black spider with the head of a woman, its eight eyes scattered on its forehead, it’s pincers protruding and dripping with some strange clear liquid.

He balanced himself on his toes and still had the watch in a countdown. He patted her head as she was on the floor shaking. “If you didn’t have too may drinks, this would have been slower” he said. “W-what are you talking about?” she asked softly. “Well poison that’s all” he patted her head again and then grabbed on and pulled her up, and put the timer in her face. “The venom of a Redback Spider causes all the symptoms you’re having now, and can kill a human under an hour. You ingested five to six doses and that could accelerate your death” he grinned.