Spider Man Animated Series Carnage Novels & Stories

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He waits for the bone spider to look away. Once it does, Bob takes a nearby vine and swings towards the bone spider’s tree. The bone spider looks up but it was too late. Bob lets go of the vine mid-air then he pulls out his knife. He points it downwards and he plunges towards the bone spider’s head. The bone spider lets out a screech but it is quickly silenced as the stone knife pierces its carapace. Bob hears a wet crunch as brain matter and bone are crushed under his weight. The bone spider falls flat on its body as it immediately loses its life.

He raised his clawed hand and brought it down. CRUNCH. It wasn't like hitting metal. It was like tearing paper. Jack’s claws sheared through the titanium armor plating, through the engine block, through the drive shaft. He ripped the front of the Digger open. He reached inside, grabbed the main turbine, and pulled. With a sound like a dying beast, the Digger's engine was ripped free, oil and hydraulic fluid spraying everywhere. The machine died instantly. The spiders, controlled by the central computer, deactivated and fell like dead leaves.

“Get the first aid kit. Now.” Sarah’s voice cut sharply through the living room as soon as the door closed behind them. One of the maids froze for half a second, startled by the authority in her tone, before nodding hurriedly and running down the corridor. Spider was slumped on the couch, his teeth clenched hard enough to make his jaw tremble. Scorpion knelt beside him, one arm braced around his shoulders to keep him upright. Blood had soaked through Spider’s shirt, dark and frightening, dripping steadily onto the polished floor.

In each spider’s belly, a burning coal glowed like a tiny, furious sun. “Back up!” Raven shouted. She flung her knife, but the spider smacked it away with a metal leg. One spider lunged at June and Leo. A little of June’s old fire sparked inside her. Not much, but enough. She didn’t throw a fireball—she just grabbed the spider’s copper leg as it landed. She pushed all her cold, empty feeling into the machine. The leg froze solid. The spider tipped over, its orange core flickering. “Dante! Break the core!” June yelled.

“On me.” Her breath trembled; she nodded once—tiny, ferocious. The thin creature moved first—spider‑quick, scraping down the wall to flank. Ronan pivoted and met it with a low slash. Flesh peeled where flesh shouldn’t have been. It shrieked—not a sound, but a vibration that pressed wrong on his teeth. He grabbed a cable swinging from the ceiling and whipped it across its legs. The creature tangled, toppled, scrambled, came again. The larger one lunged for Kiera.

“You know, Grey, you’re no fun when you’re all business.” “And you’re no fun when you’re alive,” I shot back, rounding the corner. Spider let out a bark of laughter, the sound somehow cutting through the chaos around us. “Ouch. You wound me, sunshine. Guess I’ll just have to make sure I stay entertaining.” Another guard appeared ahead, his rifle raised and ready. I ducked low as Spider surged forward, his movements almost too fast to follow. The knife plunged into the man’s chest with brutal force, silencing him before he could fire. Spider yanked the blade free, letting the guard’s body fall to the floor with a sickening thud.

Grace wouldn't send such hateful messages! She hadn't even been told about the funeral because they were afraid she couldn't handle it. She still didn't know Clara had passed away. Clinging to one last hope, Daniel dialed the number. It connected after two rings, but instead of the soft voice he expected to hear, a mocking tone cut through the line. "Clara, you finally answered. I can't believe you still aren't dead after being bitten by that snake. If you're alive, get back here and transfer everything to me! Do as I say, and I won't have Mom and Dad take your kidney!"

He balanced himself on his toes and still had the watch in a countdown. He patted her head as she was on the floor shaking. “If you didn’t have too may drinks, this would have been slower” he said. “W-what are you talking about?” she asked softly. “Well poison that’s all” he patted her head again and then grabbed on and pulled her up, and put the timer in her face. “The venom of a Redback Spider causes all the symptoms you’re having now, and can kill a human under an hour. You ingested five to six doses and that could accelerate your death” he grinned.

But new spiders were already running along the bridge, quickly sorting through their shaggy paws. Aznar, listening out of the corner of his ear to the words of his people, bent down with lightning speed, passing over his head a blow of a shaggy paw topped with a massive claw. The red scythe hit him on the back, and his legs had already thrown the light body forward, under the unprotected belly of the spider: the shell here was very thin, soft and covered with a rare fluff. The spear pierced the carcass through and through, and an inhuman whistling scream hit the ears. Aznar leaned on the enemy with his whole body, and, growling from tension, threw the spider, thrashing in agony, off the brid