Spider Man Noir Novels & Stories

His mother, May, shot him sympathetic glances but stayed quiet. Halfway through the main course, Marvel excused himself. “One moment, gentlemen. Business never sleeps.” He stepped outside for a quick call. When he returned minutes later, he wasn’t alone. Walking beside him was Peter Noir, Elias’s father, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, exuding the calm confidence of someone used to high-stakes rooms. Marvel clapped Peter on the shoulder with forced warmth. “Everyone, allow me to introduce Peter Noir. One of my top investors—sharp mind, excellent returns. We’ve been working together on several key projects.”

I stood near the foot of the bed with Zayden beside me while Corbin, Roman, Ronan, and the others remained scattered around the room. The door opened. A man stepped inside carrying a thick folder. I recognized him from the lab, though I couldn’t remember his name. He walked straight toward us, his expression as serious as if he were delivering news of a war. He stopped in front of me. “I have the results.” I nodded my head. “Go ahead.” He opened the folder and looked down at the papers. Then he looked at me. “Yes. That was a spider.” Kael slowly turned his head toward the man. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?”