Spider-man: Bloodline Novels & Stories

We are ready. We have prepared for sixteen days filled with blood, restless nights and a love intense it etched fresh wounds upon our hearts. We find ourselves at the heart of La Isla Dorada with the large central table moved away the floorboards lifted to expose the golden circle we crafted using every drop of blood shed battling this creature. The circle is complete now. Seven handprints. Seven hearts. One family. Isla is positioned at the center barefoot and clad in her Spider-Man pajamas, the melted-token bracelet emitting a golden glow, on her wrist.

"Did you think a fragment of love could rewrite the laws of the universe? The Moreno bloodline is destined for rule, not service. Today, I will turn your curated heaven into hell!" Lucas hurled a massive ball of blue plasma toward the sky. But the mechanical spiders swarmed together, forming a collective shield that absorbed his energy. I began to run toward the mountain. Under my feet, the soft purple grass was turning into black coal at the touch of the nano-bots. Suddenly, a giant mechanical spider blocked my path. Its eight legs were as sharp as sabers. I gripped my silver sword tightly. "Sona, close your eyes!" I severed one of the spider’s legs with my sword, but to my horror, the seve

Her ears hurt, and her vision was blurry. She saw shapes moving through the smoke—Elara's compromised security teams, coming to finish them off. This was it. Trapped, outgunned, and surrounded. The conspiracy had finally caught up with them. Then Rowan did something Sera had never seen. He reached for Vivienne because they were connected, and she reached back. Their powers came together—witch magic and vampire strength, which were both stronger because of the bond. The combined force exploded outward, a shockwave that threw attackers like toys. "Run!" Rowan shouted, grabbing Sera. "Now!" They ran through the hole the explosion had created, Vivienne beside them.

The thin line of morning light had widened, slicing across the floor and catching on the TV screen like it was waiting for me. My fingers twitched and without a thought, I reached for the remote and switched on the TV. I needed something to drown out my thoughts. The screen blinked to life, and my heart slammed once again, hard. And there it still was. Still the same broadcast, still the same headlines. Still the same images of Ryder holding Arianna as if she belonged to him. Arianna in his arms, being shielded and protected by him. The worst part, being claimed by the Alpha King in front of the entire world.

ThenLucien’s voice echoed inside her mind. “Black blood… the final seal. Once it awakens, you will no longer be human.” She screamed, fighting to hold on but it was too late. Her eyes flared crimson. Fangs emerged. Power surged through her body like a storm. The air twisted. Blood erupted from the ground, writhing like living shadows. Marcus stared in horror. “Dear God… what is this?” Dr. Alaric’s smile widened. “The Black Blood, the hybrid lineage of Lilith and Draven. At last, it awakens.”

"I could have killed you." "You could have," he agreed. "If you hadn't stopped." He stood up, swaying slightly, then offered me a hand. I took it, terrified I might accidentally hurt him again, but nothing happened. The circuit was closed. "This is why the Bloodline was feared," Ares said, pulling me up. "It isn't just strength. It's parasitism. It's symbiosis. We are a battery for each other, Yara. If one of us is strong, the other can feed. If one is dying, the other can sustain."

The figure lunged. Instinct kicked in. Evelyn’s hands flared with crimson light, her bloodline power igniting. The figure screamed, dissipating into smoke. Her breath hitched. She had done it. But the Labyrinth was merciless. Another shadow appeared, and then another, each feeding on her fear, forcing her to harness her power with precision. She realized quickly that brute strength alone wouldn’t work; she had to understand the rhythm of her bloodline, the flow of energy that Lucien had hinted at, and the grounding presence of Elias.

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.

The movements are deliberate, the way a wolf digs when it knows exactly where the prey is buried. I hand Michael back his tablet and glance at the larger displays. The most promising contenders are front and center. Phineas Parker—second son of his pack, hungry to prove his worth now that he can’t inherit. His blade carves into a giant spider, the creature’s armored shell splintering under his relentless strikes. Not many can pierce spider chitin so cleanly—he’s already taken down two, his face carved in focus, eyes burning with purpose.

After running over Theo, the person behind the wheels smirked triumphantly and drove off without bothering to wait. When he had gotten to a reasonable distance away from them, he pulled the mask over his face revealing Spider. “Too bad, the little boy had to pay for the sins of his parents.” He repeated Raquel's words from the last time and then dialed her number. She answered on the first ring. “Hey spider, what's good? Did you succeed?” She asked, panic obvious in her voice.