Novelas y relatos de Punisher Kills Spiderman

His voice was colder than she’d ever heard it. “This isn’t a warning,” he said. “It’s a declaration.” Ashley wrapped her arms around herself, wishing she could shrink into nothing. The sight of Spider—his body brutalized, displayed like some kind of trophy, burned into her mind. She’d thought the chase on the highway was terrifying, but this… this was worse. This was cruel. Nolan turned toward Jax. “Get him down.” Jax’s face twisted, like he wanted to tear the world apart with his bare hands. But he moved forward, ripping the knives out one by one, catching Spider’s body as it fell. He lowered him carefully, like the brutality hadn’t broken the respect.

Inside, Victor was eating dinner, his back to the entrance, completely unaware. The fight that erupted was brutal. Victor was stronger than Spider expected; faster too, with reflexes honed by street violence but Spider was disciplined. Trained in methods Victor couldn't imagine. Ruthless when necessary. They crashed into furniture, sending plates shattering across the floor, fists colliding with sickening thuds. Victor landed a solid blow directly to Spider's injured shoulder, drawing a sharp grunt of pain. Spider didn't slow. The pain became fuel. Minutes later, Victor lay unconscious on the floor, blood trickling from his temple.

Then I rose, grabbed a pillow from the bed, and walked toward him. “What are you doing, Steel?” he stammered, shrinking back like a whipped dog. “I left the mafia long ago. You know that. I stopped the killings, the dirty business, all the underground filth. Do you know when I last pulled the trigger on someone?” My eyes bored into him, sharp and unflinching. Slowly, I pressed the pillow against his chest—and fired. His scream ripped through the room, echoing against the four walls. “You f*cking bastard!” he writhed on the floor, clutching his bleeding chest.

“Then try killing me.” From the corner of my eyes, I saw the gun I dropped. I calculated my distance from the gun and I knew I wouldn’t make it. I’m probably bleeding to death before I could reach the gun. I landed my gaze on Pierce and he’s badly beaten already but he’s still fighting. Connor Foster is part of a syndicate and he’s used to fighting and hand to hand combat. “NO!” I shouted when Connor hit Pierce’s head against the concrete road.

“You’ll have to kill me.” Marco smiled darkly. “As you wish.” He raised his hand. A shot rang out. Scarlet screamed. Peter’s head slumped forward. Smoke curled from the silencer. Don Marco turned, eyes cold. “One down. One more to go.”

Then, I looked at nowhere. “I am also a victim here!” I angrily said to them. A second later, my tears started to fall again because of the emotional torture I felt. “No,” Mantus said to me. So, I looked at him. “You are only a serial killer, Phoenix Keehl. You are not a victim anymore after you killed a lot of people.” He seriously said. So, I angrily looked at him. Tsk! He will never understand me! “You!” Sebastian angrily said to me. Then, he attacked me. After that, he choked me. So, SPO2 Patrick Smith shot him on his head. He died after that, and we both collapsed beside his gun.

"You're pretty damn lucky! I set a venomous snake on you and even took your antivenom, but you still didn't die! "Why won't you just die? Die already! Die!"

I pointed to my black leather couch that was adjacent to where we took the shots. She gave me a stern look before giving in and walking with me over to the couch. I sat down on the couch first, and pulled her in front of my view. "See, now I knew this wasn't a nap. Mr. let's pour Hunnie three shots!!" She blushes at my hands already traveling up her dress. "It should be, Mr. Punisher, because that's what I'm going to do to you." "Oh, you going to punish me? For what?" She said holding onto my arms that were sliding up to her breast now.

Third Person POV “Time for some fun guys,” Seris and Damon giggled through the mindlink. “Show him what you got guys !” Kael chuckled too. The “package” suddenly had six legs and was crawling up and down the man’s back. Needless to say the “package” was actually a spider-bot made up of silver which burnt the skin of any vampire or werewolf. The deadliest assassin in history was reeling under its effect which made everyone try hard to suppress their giggles and before he crumpled dead on the floor, he managed to wiggle out the bot out of his clothes and looked even deadlier with red bloodshot eyes.