Black Tarantula Marvel Novels & Stories

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

Her eyes wandered to Sandro's, and she realized his once beautiful sea-green orbs were starting to turn into a darker colour. It was different from the colour of the berserker wolf which was red with golden rings around it and the normal wolf which was black and flecked with gold. This was the blackest of black. A freaking vantablack and the more she stared at it, the more she felt it drawing her in. Thalia shook her head and bit her lower lips. “Sandro!” She shouted as he began to shift. “Get the fúck out of here!” He growled, straining against the chain restricting him.

There were also a couple of swans on the lake. This was getting harder, though. I gazed at their eyes, and within just a snap, I saw what I was searching for. A glowing golden yellow from a tarantula's eight eyes. "Tell me, Master Collen!" I stepped back and showed my two fingers in a peace sign. "How many fingers do you see?" The shape-shifter sighed once more. "Fine, you caught me!" The tarantula immediately shifted into a human, sneering at me. "You researched!" He sneered back.

Somewhere within the region of Stone Mountain Range finds a group of wild golem creatures was currently being besieged. What made this strange was the act that this group was being taken on by three figures that looked the same, along with a half meter tall spider jet black in color with purple highlights on various points on its body. Naturally, the group besieging the golems was Kirou, his clones, and his new pet. [-150]

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

Alexander snorted sarcastically, his eyes radiating endless darkness. "It turns out that your long life has not made your eyes completely blind, Old Fossil," growled Death, pressing the sole of his shoe deeper until Valerius' veins burst. "My blood is indeed not as pure as those of you who worship the moon. Half of my spirit is the abyss of the Tartarus Trench itself. That is why a thousand mortal Alphas will never be able to touch a strand of my Queen's hair as long as I breathe." Valerius widened his eyes in horror. Tartarus. The void where demons and pre-Titan gods and goddesses are buried. Alexander Sterling is a genetic anomaly between the strongest demon spirit and an ancient wolf. No

Her voice wavered as she screamed, "No, that can't be true! Please, believe me!" ‌ Yet, her cries fell upon a void, her voice silenced within the prison of her own body. The realization of her captivity bore down upon her like a heavy weight, the helplessness suffocating her spirit. ‌ The Scarlet Witch's voice, dripping with villainy, shattered the silence. "I'm here because I have unfinished business with Andrei." ‌ Sabrina's heart raced, dread twisting within her chest like a vice. What kind of business could the Scarlet Witch have with Andrei? Panic surged through her, her voice quivering as she screamed, "No! Stay away from him!"

I hit the iron bar and try to scream, but it seems like my voice melts along with my heart. I see two gloved hands clutch on the bar. I turn my head and see the Black Tiger standing beside me, staring with his cold eyes. I look away as I don’t look pretty when I cry, my eyes must be red and swollen. He doesn’t say a single word; he just keeps staring at me until my sobs disappear.

Then, the sound arrived. THUD. THUD. THUD. A figure rounded the corner of the tunnel. Baraka held his breath, his heart hammering against his ribs. Even with his enhanced vision, the figure was a terrifying sight. It was a man, or what used to be one. He stood nearly seven feet tall, his skin the color of cooled lava—a matte, obsidian black that seemed to swallow the dim yellow light of the cave. He was shirtless, revealing muscles that weren't just large; they were knotted like gnarled tree roots, pulsating with a slow, heavy rhythm.

The strands of webs struck the shields and fell to the ground, which seemed to decay and hiss with smoke upon contact with the webs as if they were made of acid. Wilbur gripped the historical halberd, charging into the crowd of black spiders. Just then, the black spiders outside began quickly crawling over. It was not long before the spiders had completely surrounded the two men. Wilbur waved the halberd and a powerful wave of thunderous spiritual energy flashed, sending the dozen or so spiders in front flying. The black spiders exploded into pieces mid-air, landing on the ground before they were quickly absorbed by the other spiders. They seemed oblivious to the fact that they had just lost