Silk And Spider-man Novels & Stories

Silas looked down at his silver fingers, flexing them with a sound like a clock being wound. ​“I have corrected the flaws of the flesh, Winnie,” he replied, stepping forward. The spider-drones around him paused, their sensors turning toward us in unison. “I have spent years studying the failures of the Weavers. You think you are saving the world with your songs and your threads, but you are only delaying the inevitable. The Web is a fragile, decaying structure. It cannot be healed. It must be replaced.”

She spun, leaping and dodging the strikes. Without warning the queen spider arched her butt, pointed her spinnerets at Helia and fired a gooey spray of fresh webbing at her. Helia ducked but her arm and sword were hit, gunked with the hot sticky substance. She tried to slash it away but it dried instantly into tough fibers. The queen spider used her spinnerets and claws to reel Helia closer like an angler bringing in a fish. Despite her efforts to tug away, the web line was too strong and so was the spider. Her feet dug into the ground, trying to slow herself.+

“Hannibal?” “Yes. The Spider.”

I start to climb down, gripping the cloth rope with everything I have. Don’t look up, I tell myself. *Don’t look up.* But I do. He’s there. Peering out the window, knife in hand. And then I see something peeking from under his sleeve. A spider web tattoo on his wrist. The same one the man outside had days ago. He raises the knife. No—no, no, no He starts cutting the cloth. “Please!” I scream. “Don’t—” The rope snaps. My body freefalls.

The woman's eyes widened in shock, her body trembling, as her body suddenly began desiring his rough touches, her breath hitched, and slowly her anger melted away. Spider just held her tighter, his grip like a vice. "I've been doing your bidding for a long time," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "But it's not because I'm afraid of you. It's because I like you. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, and ensure that you're happy.” The Woman's eyes flashed a mixture of desires and anger. Spider noticed it, but he just smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement.

“Question is, will she let us get close enough to talk?” They reached the edge of the clearing, and Damian signaled for them to stop. He nodded to Drake, who stepped forward with his hands raised in mock surrender. “Lena!” Drake called out, his voice echoing in the stillness. “It’s me, your favorite former coworker! Don’t shoot—I come in peace!” For a moment, there was no response. Then, a sharp click echoed through the air, followed by the unmistakable hum of a drone overhead. Sage’s stomach twisted as she spotted the machine hovering above them, a turret mounted on its underside.

Karim argued. "But he had the sanjivini mountain in one hand so he can't jump that high and long. So spiderman helped him reach Lanka. And they fought with Raavan and saved Sita, and Sita thanked them all" "Why??" Khalil, Salim's father, asked "We should thank the ones who help us, right Momma??" She asked looking at Ava and she nodded yes. "Then spiderman called hulk for help" "Why hulk??" "They have to take Sita back to India right??"