Miguel O'hara Across The Spider Verse Novels & Stories

“Babe?” Spider echoed, delighted. “Oooh. I need to hear this.” “Don’t you ‘babe’ me,” Mirrie hissed. “And get the fuck out of here.” Spider stared at her, astonished. “Why are you swearing at the hot man?” “Yeah,” Shane said, still grinning. “Why are you?” “Get. Out. Now.” “Nuh-uh.” Mac gestured at the coffee that Spider was pouring. “I’m a paying customer.”

It snorted in reply. Jasper approached Calliope and outstretched an arm at the horse. When he opened it, there were three cubes of sugar in it. He said nothing. Calliope stared back at Jasper as if contemplating whether to trust him or not. In the end, Calliope gave up and started to eat the sugar on his palm. Jasper broke into a peal of triumphant laughter. "That's a good girl," He said and brought his other hand to caress her hair.

It was not alone, several werewolves leaped out, staggering, and started to run across the yard, only to be brought down shrieking by Mercy and Verina. Fine silken strands drifted out the open window. Meguitte reached out a hand and several wrapped around her fingers. Tiny spiders dangled from the silk. “Interesting,” Meguitte extended her hand and blew across her palm, dislodging them to drift out over the garden. The sunlight caught in hundreds of tiny sailors setting out into the great wide world. “Spider rain.” “Ah, Meguitte, my dear,” Connery called from within, his tone deliberately casual, but the tension beneath making a lie of it.

Rider" "Hahaha, stop struggling, the more you do that, the more my spider web warps your body. Each second it would be tighter and tighter until you die, and I don't want that to happen, why? because we have just started. I have started to play with you.

My attention, however, remained focused on that pile of possessions. It was all about me: the hair tie I had lost at the age of sixteen, the letters I had sent to him during high school, the book I had authored, "Whispers Across the Moon," with my personal signature on the title page. Even my casual thoughts from social media had been printed and bound into a book. ...... And there were... plane tickets between Anglos City and Massachusetts, hundreds of them, spanning from the day Trevis was released from prison two years ago until just last week. It felt like time had stood still.

I place my purse on his dresser, slip my shoes off, and sit nervously on the edge of his bed. He sits down on the floor across from me, grabs his laptop to move it away from the bed, and tells me he likes spiders. My right eyebrow raised not understanding what he was talking about, he quickly perceives the cue, and points to the Spyder sticker on his laptop. After I giggle slightly, realizing he meant the brand and wasn’t randomly talking about spiders, he blushes, and I can tell he is nervous as well.

The crowd erupted into an uproar. "How could such a person be qualified to be a professor? He's truly the scum of the academic world!" "So, he's a leech living off his wife? I get it now." Arlo trembled as his face turned crimson. Simone's face was even paler. She hugged Hayden and curled up into a ball, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to hide in.

“Oh my dear, I'm not going to destroy you.” “You aren't?” “No. That would be far too kind, and not nearly poetic enough for my taste. No, I think you will be sent to the Place of Punishment, where I will suggest you are dropped in a dark, silent hole, far from anywhere that has anything interesting going on.” The Spider God tapped his cane against the floor, making a sharp rap. “Yes, I think that will do just fine.” *** Adara wasn't used to getting mail that wasn't bills or advertisements, so when she opened her mailbox and found a small envelope addressed from someone in Portland, Oregon, she was quite surprised indeed.

Reader’s pov “Boss, the plan failed.” The man bowed to the man sitting on the swivel chair with a pipe in his hands. “How did it happen this time? Why is it that hard to kidnap a single woman? It was her against two mafia clubs and yet she escaped. What does this even mean?” The man shouted as he got up from his chair. “The phoenix raided the red triangle on the day they chose to kidnap her and the wilders were wiped out by the black swan before the day they executed the plan boss.” His servant explained.

Reid retorted. “Let’s set this straight. You thought it was a breaking-in? Like some type of Kyros-the-villain thing?” “It wasn’t?” Reid asked looking so confused. “It was a spider!” Maria said with a furrowed eyebrow. “A what? Hold on, that look doesn't go well with what you just said. You know you’re shitting me right?” “It was a spider, Reid. A goddamn spider!” “What?” he laughed unbelievably. “A spider?”