Spider Man Fading Away Novels & Stories

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.

" I want my wife back! Help me find her_ " Spider couldn't believe his ears. Ever since Zeus had met that little girl Pompom, he had lost his mind. First she took away one eye, now he had taken away the second one because he didn't want to see another woman? What arrant nonsense! Spider fumed and clenched his fist. " This is madness, Zeus! " He cursed. " There are so many women out there! More beautiful and sexy women! What did she feed you? Why can't you just let one woman go? "

What the absolute fuck? Tony staggered, falling to the ground, and Dad darted forward, encasing Tony in a shimmering web of light. The wave turned to chains. He thrashed and howled, straining against the magical bonds, but they held firm. The tendrils of his spell constricted until Tony’s wolf form melted away, and he gasped for breath. Blood dribbled out of his mouth. Half of his clothes had vanished. The rest was drenched in blood. He was so pale as he fell still.

The man’s hands were tied with silver chains, draining the energy out of him as he hung in mid-air. “His fading slowly. Only a matter of time before he’s gone. He's losing juice!” The scientist said, checking his notepad and seeing the record of the man’s vitals. His recent medical record has been declining and fast. If they don’t do something, they just might lose the shaven man in a matter of months. The Alpha grunted. “Then we need to work on draining all of his powers fast. He is the last of his kind and our only chance for redemption. Don’t fail me, Doctor Ryker, or I’ll have your head on a spike.”

We stare at each other. For a moment, I see it. A flicker of the man from my earliest memories. Before he disappeared. Before the silence. Before the closed-door conversations my mother thought I didn’t hear. Pride. Not warmth, but pride. It makes me feel sick. “You’re dying,” he says quietly. “All three of you. The cascade is accelerating.” “I noticed.” “Without stabilization, organ failure begins inside weeks.” “Then you’d better hurry your villain monologue.” A corner of his mouth lifts. “You always perform when cornered.”

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

The fractured glass reflected his shattered self, but even the pain of his skin tearing against peach tree branches barely registered. When he reached the living room, he ran straight into the returning Carter family. Upon hearing of Selena's departure, Zachary scoffed. "Running away? What a pathetic act. Let her starve like a stray dog. She'll come crawling back soon enough." "She should've left ages ago," Ryan sneered, clapping his hands. "If it weren't for her, Vanessa wouldn't be this sick." Vanessa stepped forward. "Ian, I'll go with you–"

It was obvious that Liam was behind these rumors. I didn't stop them. Instead, I shut down a few of the worst offending media accounts because I knew his company was about to collapse anyway. Without surprise, the rumors gradually died down. Soon, news broke that Liam's company was bankrupt. I had already noticed earlier that there were massive loopholes in his financial reports and that his cash flow was bound to collapse sooner or later. It looked like someone had sabotaged him, though he seemed completely oblivious. … One morning, I pushed open the door, only to find Liam begging outside my gates. He looked worn out and gaunt, and surprisingly, he lowered his head when he saw me.

Then goes flat again. “Again!” the doctor yells. They do it again. The beeping sound returns for half a second, then dies. I can’t take it anymore. My legs give out. I’m on the floor again, sobbing into my hands. My nails dig into my palms, and my breath comes in broken gasps. “Please,” I whisper. “Please, Peter. Come back to me.” He’s my everything. My reason. My little sunshine with messy hair and Spider-Man pajamas. The boy who used to climb onto my lap and tell me he was Spider-Man and I was “the pretty lady he had to save.”

The clock struck midnight as the moon climbed to its zenith. I lay in bed, feeling my wolf spirit slipping away, piece by piece. It was a slow, receding tide, pulling all the life from me. “Aria! Hold on!” My mother’s voice sounded distant, though she gripped my hand tightly. “The healer is almost here!” I tried to answer, to reassure her, but no sound came out. My eyelids felt like lead, the world around me blurring and fading to gray.