Comic Book Peter Parker Novels & Stories

I arrived exactly on time, trading my hockey gear for a crisp white shirt, my hair pulled back, and my war-paint replaced by light, professional makeup. Peter was already there. He stood by the arched stone entrance, wearing a matching white shirt that made his tanned skin and dark eyes look even more lethal. One hand was shoved deep into his pocket, his posture relaxed, though his scent was thick with a restless, possessive energy. "You didn't run," Peter said, a predatory smile tugging at his lips as he closed the distance between us. I had no idea that inside his pocket, the powerful hand of the Draven Alpha was actually trembling with a trace of nerves.

Serenity questioned curiously, unable to help herself and scoffed when Xander’s wide eyes flew to Peter. The man was unfazed. “Why are you looking at him? He knows who you are.” Serenity cocked an eyebrow at him. “How?” Xander’s eyes narrowed, suddenly growing wary of the strange man. “Because, Alexander; Peter was the one who freed me from that hell hole. He was the one who found me and rescued me from the men who kidnapped me.” The shock that registered on Alexander’s face caused satisfaction to bubble in Serenity’s stomach. “You’re a Veneno.” Xander’s eyes strayed to the cobra tattoo on Peter’s forearm. “I am.” Peter smirked. Alexander blanched.

Then she dropped the cheap black hat she’d picked up for him at Gimbels onto his head and tugged the brim down over his eyes. “Whoa!” As Andrew and Evelyn turned, Peter bolted from where he stood in the doorframe with a giggling Mary. “You make an excellent Shadow, Mr. James,” Mary approved in another giggle. A few seconds after, Peter darted back in with a rolled comic book in his hands. “You do! Look! Look!” He glanced down at the cover again. “Oh. You’re missing your guns.” Because there was never enough frenzied activity in the apartment all at once, the door chime rang.

"Better safe than sorry." Of course, Peter couldn't find anything. Harry was a rare example of a vampire with anti-traditionalist views. Moreover, he was protected by a spell that made it nearly impossible to uncover his vampire identity unless he exposed himself, as he did the previous two times to me. Peter likely had no idea that Harry's self-control was almost godlike. Not only did he resist the blood available in the hospital, but even a bowl of fresh blood placed right in front of him wouldn't trigger his bloodlust. At one point, I even joked that he was a mutant vampire who doesn't drink blood but eats meat, just liked us werewolves. And most importantly, Peter didn't know that Harry'

“The driver received a large amount of cash two days before the incident.” Peter immediately lifted his gaze. “From Dante?” The man hesitated for a few seconds. “Not directly.” Peter narrowed his eyes slightly. “But the person who contacted the driver previously worked on one of Blackwood’s old projects.” The room instantly felt heavier. Peter slowly leaned back in his chair. The older man’s gaze drifted toward the large window behind his desk. And for the first time since releasing Dante Walker from prison— Peter began to feel the man had gone too far. “I wanted him to suffer,” Peter said quietly. “Not turn insane.”

He just realized that all along, he was like a walking body wrapped with a timebomb, and Stephanie loving him back was the one thing that could stop that bomb from detonating. Simon wondered why Peter Brooklyn had not mentioned this information to him. It seemed like all that money he gave to Peter, which he assumed Peter was now using for his vacation in the Hawaiian Islands with Tiffany, wasn't getting all of its actual value. Oh, Simon knew alright because he was a brilliant man. He knew Peter didn't give the money to charity. Peter might legit have the ability to read the stars and understand signs, but Peter was a con artist nonetheless. He had witnessed the extent of Peter's cunning wh

I told them. "Where did that go wrong?" Peter asked. Because obviously things did not go to plan as i was couvered in blood. "Well, to start with, they had a witch working for them, and she could tell that i was more than a normal human, but she wouldnt figure out what i was. She sensed me while i was watching from the next warehouse over. One of the men, not the leader, but he was higher up by the way the others spoke to him. He came into the building to see who was there...The thing is, by the time he got into the warehouse i was in, someone else had entered it, from the back. Only this other man was masking his scent somehow, i should have smelt him, but i didnt, i heard him. I tried to p

He took extra precautions, it was obvious that neither Peter nor Leonardo trusted each other completely. Then, Leonardo was only in contact with his friend and lawyer Jeremy Baxton, at the time that he rebelled against Peter, at least that was what Peter saw Leonardo's actions as. Leonardo had no idea that there was more to Peter, he was actually part of secret group that literally controlled the affairs of America and he was one of the only people that had ever come face to face with Peter Reagan.

… Two days after he ended up having sex with someone for the first time, Peter drove out to the suburbs to race and relax with his childhood friends. Peter dashed down from the race car, his peach eyes narrowed slightly, and said to Jack: "Your level is still very low compared to mine." Jack - A talented general manager but always despised by a poor painter like Peter: “…Shit!” He went to his friends' table and sat down, comfortably resting his feet on the table, took a beer bottle, and took a sip. Action exudes liberal, carefree life. Moreover, Peter wears a very sexy-looking black shirt, the two buttons on the chest are open, revealing a sexy collarbone. People who don't know for sure will

“Sorry did not mean to scare you. You are Peter right?” He looked a bit scared when he answered, “Yes. I should probably leave now you are here.” Lola frowned, “Why?” Peter looked around them and said, “You shouldn’t be seen with me. Especially not someone from your rank. I am a disgrace. My bones did not heal properly so I will be a cripple the rest of my life and no one want to be associated with a crippled werewolf.” Lola smiled at him and grabbed his hand, “Well I don’t give a shit. I am sure you have a lot more to offer. There are more ways to be valuable and strong than only physical you know.”