Spider Man Captured Novels & Stories

"I flattered the moment I saw you... You are so smart." "You are smart, find a way so we can get together..." Spider sounded desperate. "How? There are cameras everywhere. And we can't stop him from watching us." She looked around scared. "I know one hacker, he was my loyal. He will help you to hack all these cameras and Egon won't even find out what we did..." "Where will I get him?" Spider never looked so desperate. "America, he has a club..." She gave him all the information. "Just tell him that I have sent you, he will understand."

What if it falls on me? His troubled mind asked. He called out again one more time.” I said I'm here with the cash”. He heard the sound of movement,so he turned around. And there he was in the dark. Denver recognized his features. He knew he wasn't showing his face on purpose. But right now all he wanted was for Lydia to just magically appear and save the day. Just like Spider-Man in the movie. The figure stood before him like a soldier. His both hands inside his jacket pocket.

"Because I am never letting you go." We stayed tangled together, the bond humming with contentment, and for the first time since the witch had injected me, I felt hope. Maybe we would survive this after all. Then my phone, abandoned in my torn clothing, buzzed with an incoming message. Dominic retrieved it, his expression darkening as he read the screen. "What is it?" Dread pooled in my stomach. He turned the phone toward me, and my blood ran cold. A video. The three freed hybrids, bound and unconscious. And a message from a number I did not recognize:

"Welcome, Miss Shadow. I've been waiting for you!" "Nice to meet you, Miss Spider," Shadow spoke, taking out her katana. "If I am not wrong, Shadow is also here to kill that useless filth of The Spades, isn't it?" Spider snickered, glancing at the trembling woman. "I was told to capture them," Shadow smirked. Suddenly, she heard the slight sound of the movement of boots. Instantly, she flung her katana backwards, closing the way of escape for the couple.

He beamed back at me. "The woman here found something on a pirate ship and liberated it. We thought someone might have put out a reward for it," Icaan replied. The man held out his hands and Icaan looked my way so I handed over the box and backed up again in case his scent had more of an affect than I'd have liked. The guy took it and flicked it open, the trap thankfully no longer activated. "Trapped when you found it?" he asked. "Disabled already," Icaan replied, lying.

The assassin gasped, struggling, trying to recover. He didn’t get the chance. Scorpion grabbed his head with both hands, twisted sharply— Crack. The sound was sickening. The man’s body went limp instantly, collapsing lifelessly onto the floor. Gasps filled the hall. Scorpion didn’t look back. He crouched swiftly, pulling the man’s wallet from his pocket, then his phone. He scanned them briefly, memorizing details, before straightening and sprinting out the doors toward their waiting car. Outside, Spider had already pushed Sarah into the back seat. Her entire body was shaking now, adrenaline flooding her system.

However, just as he was about to leave the scene, he heard a chuckling sound that made his scalp tingle. "Chee chee." He turned to face the direction of the sound and spotted a Humanoid Spider. The Humanoid Spider was slightly bigger than a bull, and its body was black and white. Its face was terrifyingly pale as if it was wearing a mask. Silently, Lucas thought that the spider was capable of scaring everybody back in Hatton. 'It is a spider, but it has a human face.' "I never expected a human to show up in my territory." The Humanoid Spider smiled arrogantly.

I start to climb down, gripping the cloth rope with everything I have. Don’t look up, I tell myself. *Don’t look up.* But I do. He’s there. Peering out the window, knife in hand. And then I see something peeking from under his sleeve. A spider web tattoo on his wrist. The same one the man outside had days ago. He raises the knife. No—no, no, no He starts cutting the cloth. “Please!” I scream. “Don’t—” The rope snaps. My body freefalls.

she replied with a hint of sadistic amusement. "Ah, yes, the fear of spiders," the man acknowledged with a chilling smile that could haunt one's nightmares. "This particular breed is known as Latrodectus mactans, commonly referred to as the black widow," he explained, referring to the spiders within the case. With calculated precision, he delicately placed one upon Mr. Woods's bare chest, having previously removed his shirt.