Peter Parker And Silk Novels & Stories

"I am the one who broke the sky. You think you can stomach my soul?" "We don't want your soul," Silas growled from the shadows, his massive shoulders trembling. "We want the evolution. We want to be whole. And you’re holding the key in your marrow." They weren't fighting for politics anymore. They were junkies, and I was the needle. "Mommy, they're coming!" Leo shrieked. Silas lunged first. He moved with a speed that bypassed the laws of physics, a blur of fur and gold static. I didn't have two hands. I had a child in my right arm and a dead god's skeleton in my left.

"My sources have confirmed it's not happening naturally. Someone's actively shutting you down." I crossed my arms, already pretty sure I knew the answer. "Who?" "Silas Parker," Ryan confirmed, his jaw tightening. "His dirty work is all over this. His assistant has been making visits to every major charitable foundation in London." Ethan's expression darkened. "Parker. Of course it would be him."

I spoke with the silver fire. I reached out and touched a thread. It was thick, warm, and smelled of woodsmoke. Mama Sira. I felt her grief for the girl she thought she lost. I felt her hope for the woman I had become. I pushed a surge of life through the connection, and miles away, I felt her back straighten. Silas lunged for the thread. He didn't want to heal. He wanted to consume. He wrapped his salt-claws around Mama Sira’s connection, his violet eyes glowing with a parasitic hunger.

He had always hoped to be like him, he would make him his mentor and learn all he needs to know from him but first, he had to heal him. He had tried so many healing techniques on Darin but none of them seemed to work. He started to see things differently from the day that he bit his colleague. Instead of him becoming like Darin, he looked monstrous and irritating, even more, disoriented. Peter’s grand-aunt was a witch before she passed away. He tried to trace her possible friends and people that were like her. Maybe they would know what is wrong with Darin. When Elijah ordered his termination, Peter only slowed down his heartbeat, so that it was impossible to be felt by anyone. That was just

Mario is furious when his fist hits Peter's face, and Peter cries out in pain as he can feel his nose breaking. "You still want to blackmail me, Peter? How does it feel to meet the Mafia? Do you still think that we won't do anything to you? But you made the biggest mistake of your life and will pay for it today," Olivia says. Peter is crying, has wet his pants, and is terrified.

A cold feeling in my gut. ​I answered. ​"Hello?" ​"Mrs. Parker." ​The voice was warm. Older. Kind. It sounded like a grandfather offering candy. ​"Who is this?" I demanded, sitting up. ​"A friend," the voice said. "I saw the news. A terrible tragedy. Jerome arrested... Blackwood dead. It's a mess, isn't it?" ​"If you're a reporter, go to hell." ​"I'm not a reporter," the man said softly. "I'm an investor. A silent partner in Parker Enterprises. My name is Silas."

It smelled like sulfur and burning rubber. Silas was a blur of motion. He kicked his door open, his body half out of the car as he started returning fire alongside the other guards that followed us. I was too scared to notice Silas was actually using a gun. I was hospitalized for a few days and the next thing Silas was now the latest John wick? What the fuck is happening? The SUV rocked on its axles with every impact. I looked up for a split second and saw Peter. He wasn't reaching for a gun. He wasn't even scared. He just stepped out of the driver's side and walked into the darkness, leaving us like lambs for the slaughter.

They both glanced across the tent where Paxton was talking to another man wearing the Aegis Group polo shirt. "Pax is that guy, the one who'd go to the end of the earth for the people who matter to him. I was a real dick to him in the beginning then he saved my sorry ass," Silas said in a low voice. "Don't ask him for the moon, okay?" "What would I do with the moon?" "Great, the nerd found a smartass." Silas grinned at her and this time there was a friendly glint in his eye. Had she passed some test?

It⁠ was a high-pitched‌ beep that‍ told the‌ mercenaries exactly where we were‍ h‍iding. Peter scram‍bled to grab a syringe f​rom the e⁠merg‌ency​ ki‍t hanging off the r‌ail. He shout​ed, "Silas⁠ is bucking the ve‍nt⁠.​ If I‌ don't‌ paralyze him again, he's going to‌ rupture a lun‍g."‌ He worr​ie⁠d that i‍f t​he power on the portable un‌i‌t f‌ailed dur‍ing the extrac‌tio‌n, Silas would b⁠e a dead man. H‍e said, "​I can't breathe for h‍im‍ an⁠d run at the same time."