Spider Man 3 The Black Suit Novels & Stories

The man in the black suit curled his lips and said, "It's fine if you can't remember that, King Pendragon. You just need to remember that you're going to die today!" Liam looked at the man with an indifferent gaze and asked again, "And you are?" The man's expression immediately darkened. He glared at Liam and got all worked up. "You don't know me?" The man in the black suit, Stygian, was dying to pound on his chest and shout that he was the top three fighters of God of War caliber from Sulibya. How could it be possible that Liam did not know him? Everybody knew that the black suit was his signature, yet Liam did not know him!

“Fine. It’s a black widow.” The technician turned another page. “It’s not a normal black widow.” Kael stared at him. Then he laughed. Not a little laugh either. He bent forward, covering his mouth as his shoulders shook. The technician remained completely expressionless. Kael finally straightened. “You already told us that.” The technician nodded his head once. “Yes.” Kael pointed at him. “Then can you get to the part where you tell us what the hell it actually is?” The technician looked down at his papers again. “It is a poisonous black widow spider.” Kael opened his mouth to speak. The technician raised one finger. “Wait.”Kael closed his mouth. The man continued. “It is a supernatural blac

he snorts, “wife and try to not ruin Stella’s life more than you already have.” An employee leaves from behind the curtain, approaching us. He holds a black garment bag in his arms, passing it off to Sebastian. The mafia man quietly thinks him and looks back at me with a glare, turning back to the door and exiting. I let out of breath. I look down at myself in the mirror, the black suit like ink against my skin. I hate what I see. I do not see the smile that I thought I would wear on my face, instead, I am met with a scow, a look at the feet, a mix of emotions that will only hurt me in the long run.

He is looking ashen, and he looks like he is ready to keel over. “What now?” I snap and he looks at me and points to the monitor and I see the other three being thrown into the sea. The person in question has their face covered and isn’t alone. I watch as the man in the black suit turns and looks at the camera, smirking with a cigar in between his fingers. But I don’t recognise him. He turns his back and I see someone step out of the shadows and shake his hand and the feed is cut. “Boss, we have them down and we have found the other three. We have spoken to the cleanup crew. They are on their way here now.” I go to speak when my phone rings and I want to scream.

I was still aching from the weight of the photo in my phone. Then he turned. And suddenly, it felt like the entire world froze. Lucian Voss. The man who had once destroyed everything I thought I knew. He looked almost exactly the same. Still tall, still broad, still terrifyingly elegant. His black suit fit his frame like it had been tailored just for him, sharp and clean with not a wrinkle in sight. He wore a dark blue shirt today, buttoned all the way to the top without a tie, like he didn’t care about rules or expectations. His hair, that deep midnight black, was longer now—swept back in that perfect way that looked both effortless and expensive.

I'd barely had time to process the atmosphere when my gaze landed on the triplets—Damon, Axel, and Zane—each an epitome of masculine elegance, clad in finely tailored suits that seemed to mirror their distinct personalities. Damon was in a sleek obsidian black suit that contrasted sharply with his fair complexion, giving him a dark, mysterious allure. Axel wore a sapphire blue, a vivid color that resonated with his dynamic charisma. Zane, the rebellious one, stood in a smoky gray suit that perfectly complemented his fiery eyes. The suits were identical in cut and design, underscoring their unity, yet the differing hues made each stand out in their unique way. The world seemed to still as our

Elio is dressed to match his fitted black sparkly suit with no shirt, which makes him look incredibly handsome. Stacey is sitting on my brother’s knee wearing a grey halter neck dress with a nude bodysuit underneath. The grey silver beads creating a webbed look that wraps around her body like a snake. Her dark glossy hair is styled in an updo; her face is natural apart from her blood red lipstick. I arch a brow at her as she gives me a smile, my brother’s hand creeping up her bare thigh. I guess she has conquered her fear of spiders with a dress like that. My brother wears a dark grey suit like liquid smoke and a black shirt underneath, fastened to the top. He drags on his cigarette, smoke c

THE WOLF IS NOT THE ONLY HUNTER IN THE WOODS. The front door of the apartment blew off its hinges. A man in a gray suit stepped inside. He was holding a silver briefcase. He looked at Victor and smiled. "Mr. Blackwood?" the man asked. "Who the hell are you?" Victor growled. The man opened the briefcase. It was full of golden scrolls. "I'm from the Syndicate," the man said. "We've been reading your work. And we’d like to offer you a contract." The man pulled out a gun made of glass.

Some conversations require isolation. The woman is waiting in the center of the warehouse. She's smaller than Alessandra expected, and younger. Maybe thirty. Black jeans, dark jacket, a gun visible at her hip like a piece of jewelry or a promise. Her dark hair is pulled back, and her eyes -- when Alessandra gets close enough to see them -- are the color of storm clouds.

He says. "Now. I want you to get out of this car and place everything you're hiding on your body in front of you where I can see them." He instructs but I don't move. "You can move closer." He instructs into his earpiece and I instinctively look around. Flashing lights from another car appear and stops behind us. Another man with brown hair stops and moves to the back. I look between the car and the man beside me who holds a smirk. "I believe we haven't officially met. I'm the Spider." He says making my head fully snap to him.