Spider.man Novels & Stories

Worse yet would be a jump from a building as tall as the Stratosphere. The Vampire was almost back to the landing. He held onto one rung, swinging back and forth, reaching with the other hand, trying to secure his placement. Jamie was closing in. Like Spiderman, he leapt across the void, landing near the Vampire and grasping one of the spiraling pieces of metal near the leg where the Vampire hung. Through Jamie’s IAC, she saw the monster pull back his lips, barring his fangs, and hissing in a frantic bid to save his undead life.

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.

Tobey Maguire is best known for his role as Peter Parker or Spider-Man in Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man trilogy (2002 to 2007). [Source: Wikipedia]

Clinging onto his body tightly, their hold prevented his retreat as she encroached upon where he stood. Firing again as he struggled against the sticky threads, his hand was again wrenched away. Allen’s mind racing to conjure up a method of escape from his situation as the spider-woman’s fangs started to protrude from the now jagged edges of her mouth. His frantic thoughts were suddenly distracted by a sharp glint that appeared behind from her.

I said, and he began to laugh. Sylvester was a tall muscular man. His hair was silver with bronze highlights. His eyes were bronze with specks of silver in them. The gamma spirit wolves were the only ones with two-coloured wolves, silver with bronze highlights. He was a very handsome man. The ladies that were in the cafe where we met kept staring at him. The waitress that served his coffee found a way to slip him her number. It was quite funny watching their reaction towards Sylvester. He had the same effect on human women. He was hot.

In an instant, his bounds were undone, all the while white lightning whooshing all around him. The source of the lightning turned out to be a person. A man dressed in what seemed to be some sort of white clothing that matched with the lightning that arced from his body and his face was behind a mask, revealing only his eyes. A speedster. Once the man was free, the speedster turned to the woman and was just about to unbound her when he was suddenly struck by an unseen force from behind. The man watched to his horror as the speedster doubled over to the ground and his body began to vaporise, literally, before his eyes.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

He looks scary, he has a spider tattoo on his head, and I swear to God, he looks like a serial killer from a horror movie. “Hi, Miss Quinn. I am Spider, your bodyguard ma'am”, he says in a thick Irish accent. I smile at him, realising it is the first time someone has called me by my married name. It will get some time to get used to it. I think. I don’t know.

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.

“Calm down, son. This is for your protection. For everyone’s.” Kevin stood over him, and Jeff realized he was on his back. He thrashed, fighting against the restraints, pulling them opposite each other and trying to break loose. They were too strong. He struggled to sit up, but something was off. There was a heaviness in his stomach, and he recalled the feeling from his dream. “Dad, something’s wrong!” Jeff looked down and repressed a scream. “My stomach! It’s . . . ” ‘A spider’s cephalothorax is fused with its abdomen and makes up the lower portion of the arachnid.’ Mr. Drake’s voice echoed in his thoughts.