Spider-man: Bloodline Novels & Stories

he asked with his brows furrowed. “Well…this is just one of my abilities as the bloodline of the moon. There is so much more I am yet to master!” I responded, smiling from chin to chin. “Interesting!” He responded, staring and rubbing his palm, still in awe of what had just taken place. My phone buzzed, drawing me off the moment we were sharing. I pulled out my phone, placing my hand over it to see the screen properly. I smiled, shifting my gaze to Leo, who already understood who it was.

she said to him. Kiran grabbed her hand when she reached for the needle in his arm. “Give him what he needs. I’ll be fine.” The nurse glanced at Malcolm as Kiran released his grip on her and he nodded his head. “Carter, we need to find more Type O candidates under the Zetas. The King might need more blood than his father can give him without dying himself.” “You just keep him alive!” Kiran said harshly, and sat back down in the chair. “Go, Carter,” Malcolm said in a whisper, his voice desperate. “And be quick about it.”

"Do not act tough for us, Mommy. We are your Bloodmoon protectors..." A thick lump forms in my throat, tears stinging the back of my eyes as I pull my two sons tight against my chest. Before I can speak, the comms unit on the bedside table flashes a bright, bloody red light. A high-priority packet decrypts on the glass screen, displaying a fresh medical scan from the Silverfang Experimental Compound. I glance at the file name, and my heart drops into my stomach. The blood analysis report reads: DNA Match Confirmed - Bloodmoon Alpha Lineage - 99.9% Paternal Match: Supreme Alpha Idris Blackthorne.

We'd be saving a large percentage of people with different neurological illnesses and that is worth waiting five years! The elevator door opened and I walked down the hallway until I got to my apartment door. I punched in the codes and the door unlocked but I was not prepared for the sight that welcomed me. “Surrender now, doctor octopus! You have nowhere to run to!” Alfred exclaimed with one leg on Easton's chest who laid on the floor. “Oh really? You underestimate me, Spider man. I'm not your regular villain!” And with that, Easton raised him up and threw him on the couch.

“Elora, let’s just—” “I am the last arachnia in existence,” the spider says, its mandibles protruding from its red lips. “Your ancestors killed off my kind, girl.” I flinch. “I didn’t know—” “Liar.” Its buzzing voice grows colder. “You know what your family did. Do not lie to me. You are lucky that the blood of the savior flows in your veins.” “What do you mean?” Hendrik demands, trying to hold back Caramel as she rears. “What savior?”

“Who the hell has Anchor-adjacent blood? Tell me while you’re touching me or I swear I’ll—” His scarred hand shoved under my shirt, palm hot and calloused against my abs, sliding up to pinch a nipple hard. “You want answers while I fuck you open? Greedy Anchor.” He bit my collarbone, sucking a mark that made my cock throb painfully against my jeans. “That new thread woke something ancient. Someone carrying the latent line. Diluted but real. Enough to bond when your power went wide open during the release.”

"You'll see. You will realize that you are now mine. I will be the owner of your child. And you—well, you'll either voluntarily serve me or die. The world around me appeared to fall apart as she spoke. The air became darker and colder. I sensed that her power was increasing while mine was rapidly diminishing. There was no escape. Not in this manner. But then a notion came to me through the fog of my panic. The rogue had mentioned something about an old bloodline and my abilities. Is this the case? Was this what I had been looking forward to? I summoned something I didn't entirely grasp by reaching deep within myself with the last of my remaining strength. That ancient force was boiling to th

He jerked back with a growl mixed with pain. Tamara stared at her hands. Tiny silver threads danced between her fingers before vanishing. “Impossible,” the man breathed. His lips twisted into a smile or something else entirely. “The bloodline isn't dead after all.” Shadows shifted in the tree line behind him. More golden eyes in the dark. Some up high, some down low. “Marcus,” a new voice called from the dark. Deeper. More dangerous. “What did you find?” Marcus stepped back. “You need to see this, Alpha.”

Spider, seated in the passenger seat, leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studied the dark tree line on both sides of the road. “That wasn’t here yesterday,” Spider muttered. Sarah, seated in the back, looked up from her phone. “What’s wrong?” Scorpion didn’t answer right away. His gaze swept the surroundings, too quiet, too clean. No animals. No passing cars. Even the wind seemed to have gone still. “This is wrong,” Spider said flatly, turning halfway toward Sarah. “Ma’am, we need to brace for impact.” Her stomach tightened instantly. “Impact?” Spider reached for the door handle. “I’ll step out and move it.”

Spider emerged from the shadows behind him, twin daggers glinting in her fingers. “No sudden moves,” she said, smirking. “Unless you want your lungs pierced from both sides.” The man’s eyes darted wildly. “You don’t understand—she’ll skin me alive!” “Oh, sweetheart,” Widowmaker purred, cocking her gun, “we’ll do far worse.” They were within three feet when he bit down hard—something in his jaw cracked. Foam spilled from his lips. Spider surged forward, catching him before he dropped. “Shit!”