Spider Man Noir Fan Art Novels & Stories

Shaking, I pull the notes out of my handbag and point to the spider symbols. ‘It’s the same man who tried to kidnap me. He is a gang member of the Spider Backs. He has a tattoo of a spider near his eye. This whole time I thought my parents’ murderer and the man from the Spider Backs were two different men. The Snakes! We have to tell them! This explains why the Spider Backs have been trespassing onto their territory. They were trying to kidnap me!’ I explain. Ace pulls out a wad of fifty-dollar notes and hands it to Brent.

Frowning down at it, I flipped it over—and froze. It was a child’s drawing with colorful crayons. It was a mimic of the painting Andrea had commissioned for the twins’ birthday, but next to the twins, Luca had added a caricature with dark hair that had to be Nora. On the other side was a man with hair he’d colored in with gray crayon. The man was holding a cane and had on a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. I swallowed, staring at the picture. “Is this—” “You,” Luca confirmed.

I’m supposed to have fun, but to be honest, I’m bored. A guy steps out from the lounge. My attention is drawn to him because he’s so much taller than the other kids who are emptying the punch bowl. He’s wearing jeans, a striped shirt, and a denim jacket. When he turns his head and fixes his gaze on me, I recognize him from outside. He’s the driver of the Alpha Spider. His lips tilt as he scrunches up the cup in his hand and aims for the trashcan against the wall, throwing a perfect hit without taking his eyes off me.

Long jagged lines that once ran from my shoulders down to my waist. I covered them eventually after overcoming my fear of riddles of course. The tattoo artist worked for nearly ten hours straight, weaving thick black ink over the damaged skin until the scars disappeared beneath the design of a massive spider spreading across my back. Its legs stretch outward over my shoulders, the body resting directly over my spine. The bell rings and my opponent steps forward. He is large, muscular, the type of fighter who relies on raw power rather than strategy. Normally I might enjoy testing him slowly, breaking him down piece by piece.

I was even capable of utilizing the sand around them to deal with its opponent. Out of the magic spells, thrown to the sandman, it was Audrey's water spell that successfully defeated it. As soon as a water attribute spell land on its body, the sandman congeals before it started to fall apart. It crumbled into a pile of yellow sand on the ground! Since they were fighting with a sandman, Audrey thought that the best way to counter it is water. 'This is how spider man defeated sandman before in the movie. When sandman got too wet, he congeals and falls apart into pieces'

When he finally did come in, he did not look happy. “Anybody know about spiders?” “They have too many damned eyes, too many damned legs and are creepy as fuck.” Spider answered. There were some chuckles around the room. The man who could beat Danny Trejo at a Danny Trejo lookalike contest, was terrified of spiders. As a prospect, he had screamed the walls down when he spotted one. Naturally, he was named Spider. “Anybody else?” “I know someone.” Dino said as he looked over at Werewolf. The older man nodded slightly.

Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground.

My gaze was locked on the mirror in front of me, on the masterpiece which now decorated my skin. Black and grey ink twisted across my back and down my right arm, hinting at dominance, power, and raw masculinity. A massive wolf head stretched across my shoulder blade, its fur shaded in deep strokes, giving it a lifelike texture. From its snarling mouth, dark smoke curled downward, merging with a coiling serpent wrapped around my bicep, giving the illusion that it could slither right off my arm. But the best part? The details that were hidden within the art.

He held a tall staff that glowed purple light. "What's the deal Spiro, why are you doing this," Nyx growls, waving his hand around the darkness. "Nyx, really, using your father's real name," he tsks, shaking his head. He scowls down at him and raises his hand, producing a ball of purple light, and quickly pushes it into Nyx. My eyes widened and I clutched my chest at the coldness that spread through my soul. I brightened my light and warmed it, pushing it away from me. Panicked, I look at Nyx and see his eyes are black and black tattoos are now on his face. Spiro is laughing heartedly.

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.”