Spider Man Noir Fan Art Novels & Stories

Then I heard the grunting. We followed the sound, and in the middle of the room, James had a man pinned down. My other bodyguards stood still, waiting. The man’s head lifted, his face drenched in sweat. His arm twisted, and that’s when I saw it—the tattoo. A spider with a woman’s face on its body. Our eyes locked. Dwayne stepped closer, his voice cold. “I’m disappointed.” The man started to pant, trembling under James’s grip. Dwayne’s lips curled. “I’m going to enjoy ripping out your bones.”

“Thanks. So what do we have here?” Bryan asked his partner, who pointed at one of the eight frames on the laptop screen, which was relaying the live feeds of hidden cameras that were set up in strategic places around the harbor. Looking at the screen, he saw three Latinos unloading some crates from a speed boat at the pier. From where the boat was, there was an open space about half the size of a football field, which was surrounded by shipping containers that were stacked on one another. Looking closer, he saw that each of the men had viper tattoos on different parts of their body.

“Show what you got. And if you are an imposter, you’ll be switching positions before you get it. Get it?” Geiru gave him a subtle push, and he walked towards the bound man. His face all bloody and his nose broken, and he tried not to throw up on him. The act of violence was inhuman. “I’m waiting” the woman said bored. He brought out a pocket knife from his pocket and he hesitated at first, but he took a deep breath and gave the guy a little cut on his exposed hand. Nothing happened for the first few seconds. “Is this a joke?” she asked her patience finally snapping.

I allow myself a momentary relaxation, leaning against an oak tree for support. His eyes briefly meet mine, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He runs his fingers through his dark brown hair, which he has chosen to keep its natural shade, eschewing his usual lighter locks. At present, he sports Thor-themed camping socks and even has Spider-Man figures drawn by Blanca adorning his Timberland boots. It's his way of proudly proclaiming his love for his father to both the paparazzi seeking lucrative shots and anyone who cares to pay attention.

When he came back he had candy and popcorn and drinks for all of us squeezed into his arms. I grabbed some from him to make it easier as he sat back down. Ivy and Lex had chosen the very front but being this short I couldn’t really see them beside a little bit of Lex head poking out from the top of the seat. The lights turned low and the surrounding sound picked up loudly as the movie began, I think all of the guys decided to skip everything in order and watch one called spider man, there was some green goblin man in it. This young guy turned into a human soider and shot webs, it truly was crazy, I didn’t like spiders at all.

Dad laughs. I grab some black jeans and under garments. When I open the Nike box, I am utterly shocked. These custom spiderman air force ones are everything I needed. I pull the shirt out of the box, and I am so giddy. It is a characteristic version of me and Onyx in spiderman suits. The back of the shirt says, “Spider gang” and has all of the families’ names on the back. I quickly get the shirt on and head out to the backyard where the party is in full swing.

Call me paranoid. Call me what you will. But this place was freakish, and never more clearly than now as I pushed through a crowd gathered around a transparent tank in which an armless and horribly burn-scarred man wearing nothing but a Speedo sat among thousands of hairy spiders that crawled over his body like a shivering coat of fleece. The onlookers squealed as the object of their delight opened his mouth, inviting one of the hairy crawlers inside. When the spider accepted the invitation, their voices grew even shriller. When the man bit into it, they lost all semblance of belonging to a civilized species.

Gulping in response bending down lifting the cloth on his hand. Only made his eyes go wide in response seeing the number 44 printed over it. As his eyes move towards the canvas over the black wet paint he can still make up the red tentacles and the golden tail through the part not covered by black colour. Feeling his hand over his shoulder made him snap out of his thoughts turning his head just to come face to face with his senpai. With his vision getting blurred before shaking his head side by side. "It over-who could my-my art its destroyed se-"

Eden asked as he looked at the direction Spider was pointing at. He saw Ray and his men sitting in front of a classroom with the new girl standing in front of them with her two friends beside her "I think he's trying to molest her" he said as he saw Ray trying to hold the girl's hand but she shoved his hand away "What is your business over there?" Eden asked "Boss, I really like that girl and I can't let Ray have his way with her" Spider said "What do you want?" He asked "Give me the permission to go over there" he said

In short, it was a mixture of beauty and monstrosity in one body with it going more on the monster side. “My name is Theraphosa. I am Lord Arshild’s personal assistant and also guardian of his tomb. The fact that you passed through here already proves your true intention.” The spider-woman named Theraphosa said. “Guess the cat’s out of the bag?” Rain said with a sarcastic tone. “No cats are out of any bags. I only caught you lying.” “Yeah, that’s kinda what it means.”