Spider Man Dagger Novels & Stories

I slowly knelt down on the floor next to Damian's body as a tear slipped down my face. If the dagger that pierced his skin was normal, I know he would've healed by now. Silver daggers where like the only weapon that could pierce a vampire and werewolf and it would not heal instantly. I looked down at Damian who looked like he was in so much pain and tried to think of a way to help him. "You're an idiot you know?" I said as I looked at him in disbelief.

David hides behind a thick trunk. He hears a lot of spitting sounds as the bone spider continues to release a barrage of sharp bone daggers. Then silence. David peeks out of the thick trunk and he sees Bob angrily stabbing the spider with David’s bone knife. The creature tries to shake off Bob but the monkey rampages on its back. Bob holds on tightly to the bone spider’s large back and continues to stab its weak points with David’s sharp bone knife. Eventually, the bone spider stops moving as Bob manages to pierce its head by hitting a weak point on the skull. The bone spider falls flat on its body as Bob drives the knife deeper.

Her back arched into him and his skin on her skin dissolved the thoughts from her head. “Be still!” He snarled. Was it her imagination or was his voice gruffer than it was before? He yanked up the sleeve of her dress and exposed her tattoo. “A spider.” He spat, reviled. Yes, she was. Every assassin in The Den was called a Spider and damn him, she was the best at what she did!

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It was chaos incarnate, yet I moved with practiced precision, my pistol raised and ready. Spider emerged from the haze like a nightmare given form, his wiry frame gliding through the devastation with an effortless, predatory grace. Blood streaked his tactical gear, some splattered across his cheek, though he didn’t seem to notice—or care. His dark eyes gleamed with something sharp, feral, and unnervingly focused. “Well, well,” he drawled, spinning a blade lazily between his fingers as if he had all the time in the world. “If it isn’t Agent Grey. Took you long enough to join the fun.”

And now he was playing chess with my life. The assassin straightened; dagger aimed. “Tell the king—” I roared. Blacking claws snapped from my fingers. I lunged. Metal slid into flesh. He hiccupped, eyes rolling. My dagger followed—throat slit. Whimper, silence. He collapsed, ragged breath seeping out. I knelt, scanning over his wrist—brand carved deep: a thorned crown. Dexter's mark. No question who the spider was. The door burst open. Lydia, her jaw clenched, dragging a torch that slammed the wall, scattering shadows. She was wide but steady, belt knife at her hip.

“Got it.” I slide under its body, my shoulder nearly grazing its bristled belly, and slash upward. I feel my dagger tear through soft tissue. Not deep enough although the spider jerks and hisses, staggering for half a second. Enough for the other close-range dealer on the left—Chris—to hack into its thigh with brutal precision. His axe bites deep. He’s slower than me, but hunting experience makes up for it. The spider reels. It tries to twist, to reposition—but Phineas is already on its front again, slashing with his sword, a blur of silver. He slices off one of the small antenna looking limbs on the front of the spider.

Godfrey remained silent, his head lowered in a continuous, submissive nod. In the face of such overwhelming strength, resistance was pointless. His only recourse was to plead for mercy. Alexander strode past him to where Jameson stood and slid a ring off his finger—a black-and-gold Digit Dagger. The Digit Dagger was razor-sharp and incredibly tough. Jameson had used it to slice through Alexander's protective energy shield, a feat that made the dagger a coveted artifact. Jameson had kept the dagger hidden, not once revealing it during their clash.

I say and the spider starts laughing as his men look at me in shock. "I knew you were fast, but this..." He starts clapping. "What makes you think we need him? You can kill him for all we care. Your only two if you still count your boy toy against us. What are the odds of winning?" He taunts with a smirk as I glance behind at Jayden for a microsecond. He winks and I suddenly understand what he means. I look back at the Spider who takes out a gun. I let my knife slit across the man's neck just as I hear Jayden fighting off the man holding him. The men start running towards me as the Spider talks something hastily into his earpiece.

Blame all of this on him. After that, Kendall reached out her arm and the Dark Sky Spider jumped off her hand and onto Lucia’s face. Lucia closed her eyes. She was in total despair when she saw the spider in Kendall’s hand, stretching out towards her. "Stop. I’ll kill you if you hurt her!" someone roared suddenly. Then, there was a stream of light that looked like lightning, blasted at the Dark Sky Spider. Buzz! The Dark Sky Spider was hit by the light and crumbled into a pile of mashed meat. Immediately, the light was tied to the tree trunk and it turned out to be a dagger.