Novel & Cerita Spider-man: Into The Spider-verse Uncle

He pointed and exchanged a few more words before leaving. After he stopped out he turned to look behind with a satisfied smile. "Uncle, Are you Happy to see your Son with a Zombie

I was going to die here—forgotten, unloved, nothing but a name on a list of casualties. The sound came again, closer this time. Heavy footsteps. A low growl vibrated through the floor beneath me. I didn’t even lift my head. Hope was dangerous. But then—movement. A shadow. Uncle filled the mouth of the cave like he was carved from the shadows themselves, eyes wild, hair damp with sweat, his chest heaving. And behind him, Marco—sword drawn, scanning every corner as if daring anything to come closer. The scene was too sharp to be a dream but too impossible to be real.

But his hand twitched, and relief flooded through me. Then his eyes opened again, glowing brighter than before. “It’s too late, Annabel,” he said, his voice no longer his own. The ground beneath us cracked, splitting wide. From the fissures, something ancient and monstrous began to rise. The rogue wolf’s smirk faded. “Well, that’s new.” I backed away, my heart pounding. Whatever I had unleashed wasn’t just in Zane anymore. It was here, and it was hungry. “Annabel, what did you do?” Gideon’s voice was barely a whisper.

The boy who once laughed with me under starlit skies now looked like a stranger wearing his face. Julian unrolled the scroll. The parchment crackled loudly in the heavy silence. “Commander Vane’s blood was found under your nails,” he said, voice flat and cold. “In your quarters. On the silver hairpin hidden beneath your mattress, the one used to slit his throat.” My heart slammed against my ribs. “I didn’t kill him. I swear it.” The side doors creaked open. Elara and Silas entered, my chosen family, the two people I would have died for without hesitation.

I feel a small hand touch my back. "Remember, you have your magic," Libby says, smiling. "And us," a male voice says. I turn to see the uncles have joined the party. They come to help rescue Bruce, I hope, and not harm him. "I am happy to see you both," I say. "They are inside," Ryan says, interrupting my family reunion with the uncles, Zeb and Jeb. Both of them are dressed in their finest hippy attire and ready to throw magic on Umbra.

He smirks, “Firstly, thank you for the compliment on my fucking abilities. Secondly, if it makes you feel any better I’m not as healthy as I look. I’m still recovering from your little stunt, but I was fortunate to have a doctor who caught it fast and gave me a good treatment plan. A lot of people in the underworld use him for emergencies.” I clench my molars and feel a tick in my jaw, “Would his name be Vsevolod by any chance?” I ask through gritted teeth. “So you’ve heard of him,” he says unsurprised. “Of course, I have. He’s my uncle. Well, step-uncle, technically,” I say reluctantly. Blood or no blood, he’s been my Uncle all my life and he’s family either way. He blinks in surprise and t

He shrugged, “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” I chuckled, “Okay, wait a minute. We got off topic again. I want to hear more about you.” He smiled, “All of my grandparents have passed away. I was totally shocked to see how many generations you have living.” I laughed, “They are definitely a blessing to me and my parents, for sure.” He continued, “I have a few aunts and uncles, but only one uncle is worth mentioning. He’s actually the king of the werecats up here. Uncle Cody is my dad’s brother and he is awesome. He is the uncle who was my partner in crime while I was growing up. He was that uncle who would cover for you if you screwed up.” I laughed, “That’s my Uncle Ace! He found his mate and

It broken uncle and he decided to take DiFronzo's offer so he could pay his son's tuition fees Not long after uncle was sentenced to jail we received a message he took his life inside his cell .He was gone. It broke us even further. At this time I had no connection with Layson. I had to be strong for Cyber and I . Cyber used to stay out of the house, drowning himself in brooze . They tried to contact him at first but no one picked up the phone.I called him but he was not answering. Upon calling his friends I found out he passed out on his friend’s couch. The friends somehow managed to get him to the police station. When I reached there I saw him by the stretcher , crying over a dead body whi

Just that cold, storm-grey stare that seemed to promise he’d already calculated every possible outcome and still wasn’t worried. “I am your uncle, Derek,” Ares said, each word slow and heavy, like a warning wrapped in velvet. “Edward Callahan’s son. The heir to the Callahan Empire. And I’m going to take care of the Callahan empire—every last piece of it. Protect it. Fix what’s broken. Make damn sure it doesn’t rot from the inside.” Then his gaze slid over to me. It wasn’t a glance. It was a look. Intense. Piercing.

"No. It’s Alaric Vance." The name hit me harder than the cold. I felt a sharp, familiar ache in my chest—one I had spent three years trying to bury. Alaric Vance. The man who had been my father’s shadow, his most brilliant protégé. The man who had started as an intern and ended up running half the firm before he left to start his own empire. The man I used to follow around like a lost puppy when I was seventeen, back when I used to call him "Uncle Alaric" just to see him smirk.