Silver Sable Spider-man Ps4 の小説・ストーリー

It didn’t quite burn him, but it was enough that it weakened his Lycan abilities. “Do you like my accommodations?” Dr. Aarons had been busying himself at a lab table in the corner, but returned with a vial full of a slivery liquid. “I had it made specially to hold in my subjects. I know silver doesn’t normally affect you like this. But I developed an interesting serum: rub it on the skin, and it helps molecules from the metal absorb into you. Fascinating, yes? So the silver that only hurts you when it’s ingested, is now in you. Not enough to kill, or even hurt, I expect. But enough to make it hard for you to leave.” Stephan jerked at the chains again, testing their strength and the doctor’s

They were a brilliant, molten silver, webbed with threads of violet light that pulsed in time with the thundering rhythm in my womb. The silver had laced into my pupils, turning my vision into a high-contrast map of heat and intent. I gripped his hand, my strength returning in a sudden, violent surge that made the electronic shackles let out a high-pitched, warning whine. Damian didn't pull away. He didn't look at the shackles or the monitors. He stared directly into my inhuman eyes, his own pupils blown wide with a flash of raw recognition. He reached out with his free hand, his thumb brushing the glowing silver line that now ran from the corner of my eye down to my jaw.

The thick silver plating buckled inward with a wet, sickening crunch, throwing all three men thirty feet backward into the heavy drifts, their armor shattered and leaking dark Lycan blood. "Isolate her!" the Justiciar shrieked from atop his terrified war-stallion, his voice cracking beneath the deafening roar of the blizzard. "Bring down the silver nets! Bind her core!" Four veteran enforcers, their faces concealed behind cold iron visors, lunged through the blinding snow flurries from my blind spot. They threw a heavy web of reinforced steel cables across the air—cables completely woven with liquid silver thread that hissed and smoked as it caught the faint, iridescent light radiating off m

“Do you have silver?” He pulls some out of a bag at his feet, holding it out to me. “Give it a try.” I make a fist, knowing this is going to hurt, but then, the wolfsbane should have too. I reach out and gingerly touch the silver. There is a zing, causing Cyran to growl in my head. ‘Stay with me buddy, let’s see if this works.’ I grab hold of the silver shackles, holding them in both hands. It’s uncomfortable, but it’s not burning my skin like it should be.

I twisted sideways sharply, shifting back to human form and drawing the silver knife Rhys had given me. Silver flashed as the blade plunged into the spider's belly. The spider shrieked, its limbs twitching frantically. I shifted back to wolf form and lunged at its exposed weak spot – the soft tissue under its head. A fatal blow. The spider fell, but the poison was spreading. My fur was matted with it in several places, the wounds burning. Venom-Mist Spiders wouldn't just show up here. It was… Cassidy. That strange smell earlier, and the "herbs" she was gathering near the cave – it was a scent to lure the spiders!

The ground beneath them pulsed like a living thing, veins of black fire spiderwebbing outward. Adrien’s body arched once. His eyes fluttered, no light. Sera’s vision blurred with tears. She kept pouring, though her own fire dimmed. Her wings trembled, edges fraying. She screamed, voice cracking. “Come back to me, damn you!” And then, A flicker, The faintest spark of silver glowed beneath her palms. Small. Fragile. But alive, She gasped, almost sobbing. “That’s it. That’s it! Don’t stop!”

When I reach him, he's groaning, writhing on the forest floor as if every position causes immense pain. And I can see why. The spell was laced with fucking silver pellets. His clothes are shredded, and dozens, if not hundreds, of tiny, silver are protruding from his arms, legs, stomach, shoulders, neck…everywhere. They're shaped so that they'll hurt worse coming out than going in, and gods, he is bleeding so much. His shifter healing won't work with the silver pellets embedded in him like this. The other Pack planned ahead. Even without weapons, they cheated and brought in silver to kill off any shifter they came up against.

My nipples hardened instantly from the sight of her breasts. Silver settled into a chair across from us, and spread his legs. And Marco, a tall, bronze-skinned man with an Italian accent, knelt between them without a word. Silver’s cock, erect and streaked with silver paint, twitched as Marco wrapped a hand around the base. “Watch them,” Silver ordered him, voice low and rough, while his eyes were fixed on us. “But suck me slow.” Marco obeyed, tongue swirling over the head before taking Silver deep. Silver’s head fell back for a second, a guttural groan escaping his throat, but his gaze snapped right back to me and Lila.

“It’s been nice knowing you, Spider.” “I’m not going to kill him.” Taz chuckled. “Intentionally.” “Do you want gloves?” Spider asked. “No, I’m not cold. Thanks for asking.” She replied with a grin as she pulled off her sweatshirt. She was in black leggings and a bright blue fitted tank top. Her slip on shoes lay on the floor. They circled each other for a moment and then Spider took a few hits to her abdomen. He had assumed that she was in good shape and strong. But the strong wall of muscle surprised him. She smiled at his look of shock.