Dark Peter Parker Novels & Stories

Sitting at the metal table, hands folded calmly in front of him, was a man. ​It wasn’t Thorne. ​It wasn’t Ava. ​It was a ghost. ​He was older than I remembered. His hair was silver-white, thick and swept back. His face was lined with the map of twenty-five years of secrets. But the eyes… those hazel eyes were the same ones that used to look at me with pride when I brought home a report card. The same eyes that had looked at me in the casket before the lid was closed. ​Thomas Parker.

Mercer roared, "Nonsense! He's our closest relative. Why would we harm him!" "Really?" Chad smirked playfully. "In that case, Dark Phoenix and I will wake him up and let him identify his attacker personally!"

Mitch pushed back from his desk, raised his arms over his head, and stretched. "No, no, I'm not embarrassed by him. He wanted to stay out of the spotlight, so I made the deal with the Denver people, but he always handled the money when it was delivered." "And his name?" Mitch asked. "I call him Parker because that was his name when we met but-" Her gaze searched the room, as if wondering if she'd already said too much. "Oh, what the hell. His real name is Albert Morrow. He's a former FBI agent on the lam, but you probably already know that, too, don't you?" Her eyes shot daggers at Joe sitting adjacent to her.

He appears young at perhaps 20 years old, relatively short height, very slim, long shaggy brown hair, and his nerves give him a complexion that makes him seem ill. “I’m Lucas Potter of the Blood Eclipse pack. Alpha Derek has sent me with a letter addressed to Alpha Max,” he states, growing paler with each passing second. His expression says he thinks this will be his last day on Earth.

Grande himself and he didn’t like anyone invading his privacy. “Why is that, Miss Beckett?” I asked her without thinking about the consequences that this question would bring. “Because Mr. Grande is an extremely private gentleman. He doesn’t like the involvement of anyone except those who he allows,” she said as she turned the doorknob and entered a room, “Here, this is Kevin's room. He is the boy you’re going to take care of, He is five years old who has a huge love for football and marathons. He loves reading books and shares his imagination on a paper, you must give him his sole attention to win his heart because he is not a frank kid. Since he feels a lack of a mother, that is why he app

"Don't let your guard down, even if it's at school. We must train hard and be prepared if he strikes again and might attack one of us. As for now, go to bed with the ones who have school tomorrow; please, why would I waste my time on you guys?! Said a deep cold voice as everyone in my pack froze in fear. That was the first time anyone heard of Xavier the black death. David Pov "Finally, you've woken up," I said, pretending to be impatient and angry. In reality, I was watching untiled Spiderman while eating strawberries. Hey, I still have the kid in me. If you don't like fuck you. The blonde guy whimpered in fear as he saw what I was wearing. "Y-you're... you're..." He pointed a shaking finge

He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black. Normally, seeing someone dressed in all black would give me chills especially because I had a bad history with black. This time, I didn't hear my blood roaring in my ears. The guy looked desperate. Not desperately in need of money, but answers. His dark eyes held secrets, unsolved mysteries and something darker. Something dangerously attractive. Like fire. "What do you want?" "I.. I'm in search of someone but I've got no leads on them. Can you help me?" first rule a girl learns is that,

“With the color of his hair and the hue of his eyes, this card is too perfect for the character whose hiding his true identity and been searching for his real mana core all this time.” The point that he emphasizes, the truth that Nate is not the person everyone thinks of him about. He isn’t that typical hero, nor the holder with the compose mind and calm heart. For just like the rest of them, he is hiding that darkness, but perfectly inside of him. “PETER CAIRO.”

It helped that he had a crush on Liliana and that he didn't want his family dead. He was found hiding behind a half-rotten crate, knees shaking so hard I thought he'd knock himself over. Even as Landen's shadow fell over him, he kept babbling about his sister's wedding dress and how Parker had ruined it. Useless rambling... until I pressed my knife to his throat. Then, the truth poured out. Parker had an ace up his sleeve. He was born with special powers that made him nearly indestructible. It was little wonder he had survived this long and had been able to evade anyone else who had come for him.

“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.”