Spider Man Brothers Novels & Stories

The Clark brothers were already going to kill their biological sister. Why would they keep Jacob and Michael alive? The Dott brothers were liabilities. Jason said, “I agree with Justin. What if they come to us for money again after spending everything they got?”

This was Stephan’s stronghold, it wasn’t mine and my Beta never failed to remind me to be gentler with my words because apparently, they triggered more than actions. “W-we’re brothers.” The one without the scar said and I nodded my head. “Would you like to spar with someone different then?” I asked again but they both shook their heads, the identical action creeping me out for a moment. “No one will want to spar with me.” The other brother whispered and I was about to respond when Stephan’s voice reached my ears.

After graduating from college, I set out to make a new life in Kingshaven with my parents, who had just wrapped up over two decades of teaching in an underserved rural community. To our surprise, as soon as we stepped off the train, we ran straight into Kingshaven’s infamous little tyrant. She clearly had a woman’s appearance, yet she kept insisting she was a man. Of course, I glanced at her a couple of times. “What are you staring at? Never seen a man before? I can’t stand women like you, using your looks to seduce men wherever you go.” We had only just arrived in the capital, so I did not want any trouble. I took my parents by the arm and turned to leave. As I turned, however, she sp

That was why each spider had its own web. But these spiders were genetically engineered. Who knew what else had been added to them? This would make phase one difficult for every team. If Legendary Trinity were easy, there would be no point in calling it a survival game. “How many spiders are around the main nest?” Fredrick asked. “Not sure. Two dozen. Maybe three. I’m not worried about the small ones, but the broodmother.” Damian exhaled. “Have you ever felt your skin crawl just from looking at something?”

I was sure Lena did not need dragging into pack formalities nor family disputes, and talk of babies was the last thing she needed to be heating. “Look, H, we had come to speak to Dad, so if you don’t mind?” I pointed out to my brother, causing him to chuckle. “And? Anything that needs discussing with him can be spoken about with me, can it not? We are not meant to have secrets, are we Ez? We are brothers. And I am to be the next Alpha.” Hunter’s tone was almost challenging. I did not have the time nor the energy for this. “Fine. We need some help. H, you were aware of the situation with Lena’s sister, right? You had even said you would help. Well, as it so happens, she has found herself in s

"If I go down, isn't that better for you? The illegitimate son, the scandal—if I look like a mess, you look like the victim." "Because you're my brother," Liam said. The word hung in the air. Marcus looked away. He looked at the bookshelf. First editions. Art books. A signed copy of a Frank Lloyd Wright monograph. "Uncle Marcus!" The shout came from the hallway. A missile in Spider-Man pajamas launched itself into the room. A boy. Seven years old, maybe. Dark hair. Wild energy. He skidded to a stop in front of the coffee table, staring at Marcus with wide, unblinking eyes.

Until a year ago, when Isabella returned. Every time it rained, Adriano would drop everything and run to her side. He would publicly gift her the most expensive jewels at auctions. He would drop everything to fly her to the southern hemisphere for a vacation, just because she asked. He once promised to take care of me. Then he started calling my brother "the retard," or just "your burden." And when my brother was dying, he had to be with his precious Isabella. A second later, my phone rang again.

I widened my eyes in disbelief, and just as I was about to explain, a familiar figure stepped forward. My younger brother, Chris Duncan, appeared out of nowhere. He put his arm around Jessica's shoulder and yelled at me, "Swain, I know you've always been jealous of my spatial power, but you can't use my power and pretend it's yours! I shared it with you because we're family, but you tried to ruin my relationship with Jessica by pretending it's your superpower."

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."

"Why me? Why now? And how do you even know this?" Skoll rose slowly, towering but keeping his distance like he knew I might bolt. "Because I lost my own brother to their experiments trying to copy it. They thought they could replicate your blood's power without you. Failed every time. That's why the High Elders and the Obsidian Ring are hunting you like their lives depend on it. They do. Control you, control the Spark. Use it on rivals, keep their own thrones safe. Or worse, sell it to the highest bidder."