Marvel Spider-x Novels & Stories

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

"Listen carefully, Xena. If I ever catch you working with Malevolent Phantoms again, don't expect mercy from me. You'd better behave." With that, Felix left. However, something still puzzled him. When he used his Spirit Eye earlier, he noticed Xena's soul had grown much stronger. Could it be that she had really used her Soulhunter ability for those kinds of shameful things? He shook his head. Whatever it was, it didn't concern him anymore. Xena slowly walked over to Specter's corpse. After rummaging around, she pulled something out. "Specter's dead. The Mystical Explosive Orb is now without an owner. The problem is, I have no idea how to use it," she muttered.

Made Xavier grin as he stared at the girl's gaze. “Leave the girl to me, then the three of you will be safe!” Xavier exclaimed looking at them "No way!" Xander shouted forward to block the demon "Too brave, I like it" Xavier chuckled looking at the figure in front of him. Xander immediately attacked Xavier who was in front of him, along with Alice who helped Xander. Xander teleported and instantly he was behind the demon who seemed oblivious to its existence. Xander's legs lifted, about to kick the demon. Brukk—Xander was surprised when his kick missed, but instead he felt a strong kick in his stomach. Brukk…Prankkk “Xander!” Alice shouted immediately running towards the fallen Xander.

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.

won't he scoffs ' fine then' I say. I wrap my right arm to his neck in a tight neck hold causing both of us to fall on the ground, I punch his stomach from the side he lets go of me and I quickly roll away from him to get up he grabs my shoulder trying to pull me back I grab his arm and flip him over my shoulder towards the ground and I go on top of him 'don't under estimate the power of THE Venom Vixen sweet heart' I say, I get off of him and put my hand out to help him get up. We continue walking and we get to JC's car. He droves off and we head towards Saratoga which was about a 45 minute drive 'so you really aren't going to tell me where we are going?' I ask 'you'll see when we get ther

Make sure to go there". Marcus stood up to leave. "I will surely visit it and will congratulate him personally". Xavier said with clenched fists ------- Tabby

The room drops into dead silence. Spencer's face hardens, but the flicker of doubt in his eyes is unmistakable. "Spencer, this isn't true!" Xavier's voice rises an octave, panic seeping through his facade. "You're seriously gonna listen to that bitch?" Wrong move. Spencer's head snaps toward him, eyes glowing like molten lava. "Call her that one more fucking time, and I'll slit your throat myself." Xavier's mouth opens, then snaps shut. His face pales, but I'm not done.

All at once, I knew where he was, every step, every turn, and exactly where he was headed next. A smile touched my lips. I called upon my fading energy and put my all into manifesting the spell that had come to mind. The inky spider web-like netting sprang from my wand. I opened my eyes in time to see the envelope Xavier. He fought against it, which caused the webbing to constrict around him. Dropping my defenses, I strode toward where he writhed on the rain-dampened ground. Patches of dirty snow lingered under the bushes, shade arbors, and benches.

A Fringe rat, a human-looking girl without an ounce of werewolf muscle, had just casually rewritten the laws of physics and crushed their strongest fighter without even breaking a sweat. The spell-forged sledgehammer was still lodged three feet deep into the bedrock. Lord Marcus was currently curled into a fetal position, sobbing and violently shivering as his werewolf healing factor tried—and failed—to rapidly reattach his dislocated shoulders. I didn't move. I just let my draconic aura—a suffocating, heavy Void—press down on their chests. Then, Xander stepped forward. He didn't yell. He didn't roar. He simply bypassed their corrupted programming and issued a hard, unyielding system overrid

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.