Jasmin Savoy Brown Spiderman Novels & Stories

“But you came with… babies.” “They are mine,” I answered, my jaws dropping. I would not let him see how scared I was. “I am not asking to be your mate or your Luna. I only want to return as an Omega. Give me a small place to stay while I look for my mother and learn the truth about my bloodline.” Cassandra pushed forward, her eyes sharp and mean. “You even dare come back after running away?. And you think you can bring some stranger’s pups here? They smell like trouble and you also smell like trouble.”

“Hannibal?” “Yes. The Spider.”

He couldn’t speak, because she had shattered his jaw, and he couldn’t nod, because his head was still pressed against the floor. Anyway, she figured that he got the message. “Now get lost.” Aria stood up, grabbed him by the shoulder, and pulled him to his feet in one fluid movement. Anyone else passing by would have been surprised by the ease with which she yanked up the heavy-set man who was more than twice her size. Beside the bar window, Jason just shook his head again. Spider was really good for nothing but brute strength. As the thug hobbled away in terror, Aria turned back to look at Cyrrus. Beating up that brute was well and truly a walk in the park compared with having to deal with C

The main room was large, but the hole in the floor took up a large portion of it. Aries looked up and his eyes were black like his wolf’s. Jorogumo was up on the ceiling and was hissing and spitting in rage. Half her nest was now destroyed in a matter of minutes with that fire. Fire she was very susceptible to. Jorogumo had the head and torso of a woman, but the lower body of an eight legged spider. Her legs were huge, shiny and black. Her lower body a swirling pattern of red and yellow.

I’m supposed to have fun, but to be honest, I’m bored. A guy steps out from the lounge. My attention is drawn to him because he’s so much taller than the other kids who are emptying the punch bowl. He’s wearing jeans, a striped shirt, and a denim jacket. When he turns his head and fixes his gaze on me, I recognize him from outside. He’s the driver of the Alpha Spider. His lips tilt as he scrunches up the cup in his hand and aims for the trashcan against the wall, throwing a perfect hit without taking his eyes off me.

she asked hopefully. Spider grinned, his dark eyes dancing in the morning summer sun. His face was almost completely covered with a tattoo of a black spider web, and the rest of his slim frame was inked with spiders of all shapes and sizes. Despite the intimidating exterior, the man was a mushy marshmallow inside, and Mirrie knew it. “Breakfast?” he teased her. “You know it.” He shook his dark head. “Yeah, sure, grab a few. You need a coffee?” “Many,” Mirrie responded, her mouth already full of cookie. “Many, oh-so-many coffees.”

“Maybe this little guy is good for something after all.” Mathin rolled his eyes. “Just like a woman. Save her life, and she snubs you. Provide her with grooming aides, and you’re her friend for life.” The symbiont turned out to be handier than a Swiss army knife. All Jasmine had to do was think of what she wanted, and the symbiont became that thing. Any manner of utensil or hand tool was suddenly available to Jasmine at a thought, including cups and needles. It even formed into a string for cat’s cradle.

"Mommy, is that the princess lady?" Vanessa smiled. "Yes, sweetheart. That's Miss Mabel." Liam ran over, his costume cape flying behind him. Up close, I could see his eyes, deep brown, sparkling with joy. My eyes. Or maybe Ethan's. I couldn't tell anymore. "Hi, Princess Mabel!" He was breathless with excitement. "I'm Spider-Man today!" "I can see that." I knelt down to his level, my voice surprisingly steady. "You make a very convincing Spider-Man."

“It’s been nice knowing you, Spider.” “I’m not going to kill him.” Taz chuckled. “Intentionally.” “Do you want gloves?” Spider asked. “No, I’m not cold. Thanks for asking.” She replied with a grin as she pulled off her sweatshirt. She was in black leggings and a bright blue fitted tank top. Her slip on shoes lay on the floor. They circled each other for a moment and then Spider took a few hits to her abdomen. He had assumed that she was in good shape and strong. But the strong wall of muscle surprised him. She smiled at his look of shock.

"We'll see. I may be bring some folks back with me, so --" "Not the spider guy, please? He's just . . . it makes my skin crawl." Renata laughed. "You might want to talk to Banshee about working on that fear of yours, because I'm definitely bringing the werespider back with me if he's interested. His resume is great, his current employers are pissed that he might be leaving, and he's a total dominant man-babe! And werespiders are supposed to be near-fucking-impossible to sneak past, making them great guardians."