Spider.man Novels & Stories

“Now you are going to feel excruciating pain just like my son did.” The bossy dude whispered into my ear. “please don't kill me..let me go..let me go..” I pleaded and tugged the manacles, my eyes wet with tears. “how old are you kid?” He asked with a mirthless grin upon his face. I tried to reply but I couldn't will my mouth to speak. “I said how old are you? You nitwit.” He bellowed stentoriously “S... I XT..E...E...N"

he muttered. Inside one of the rooms of the dungeon with scarce light was an elderly man who was shackled with chains, blood dripping from his open wound, he looked weak and out of breath. "Mr. Lawson, how do you do?" Alex asked, he gave spider a thumbs up. Spider is one of his goons, spider takes care of the underground dungeon when Alex is not around. "What did he do Spider?" He pulled a chair and sat in front of Lawson.

And there he stood. A tall, broad-shouldered man with long, jet-black hair that fell down his back like ink, his eyes a brilliant stormy gray that crackled with untamed power. He wore a floor-length black robe made of something that shimmered like woven smoke, a garment that felt alive. There was a presence about him—something ancient, something unearthly. “Finally,” he said, his voice low and smooth, like a melody soaked in danger. “We meet, Serena.” Serena shot up from her seat, her eyes narrowing. “Who the hell are you?”

“Come on, I knew the way to get there. I have more experience in pathfinding than you.” Once I conceded to clinging on his back, he began to jump from tree branch to tree branch. “So, you’re like Spider-man?” “Like the hero from your era?” “Superhero,” I corrected, “but, yeah.” “I’m the original and much better and more charming,” he boasted. “Does that mean your webs come out from your hands or your butt?” I asked out of curiosity. “Like all spiders do.” “From my mouth, when I’m human.” “Oh.” I paused to realize that his web had stuck on me from that last hunt. “Ew.”

“Thank you thank you thank you, Mom! I love it so much!” Sidney pressed her hands into his back and tumbled into their embrace, the moment inflated by his joy. This is what she had purchased with all her money, the fleeting feeling in this split second. The hug ended, and Cameron hurried back to his bed, snatching up the near life-sized Spider-Man and clutching it instead. Yet he was still smiling, so it was still worth it. “Are you hungry, buddy?” Sidney asked. “Yeah, starving,” Cameron answered without looking up. “Dad said you would feed me dinner.”

She was slowly pulling it up when the door opened. A tall man walked inside. He has fair skin and jet-black hair and towered over everyone. His jawline was defined and emphasized the masculine characteristics he possessed. She had never seen a man move quite like him, gracefully but with an unforgiving glint hidden behind his piercing blue eyes. Even though he was across the room, the aura surrounding him demonstrated the immense power he possessed, and she was frightened of what she saw. She had come into contact with dangerous men. Throughout her life, her stepbrother Cole and even her father have shown her distress... However, neither of them possessed the same level of intimidation as th

I start to climb down, gripping the cloth rope with everything I have. Don’t look up, I tell myself. *Don’t look up.* But I do. He’s there. Peering out the window, knife in hand. And then I see something peeking from under his sleeve. A spider web tattoo on his wrist. The same one the man outside had days ago. He raises the knife. No—no, no, no He starts cutting the cloth. “Please!” I scream. “Don’t—” The rope snaps. My body freefalls.

His wolf was clawing at the surface, trying to tear its way out of his skin. He looked ready to rip my throat out, but the moment my scent hit him, the scent of his mate, he froze. The feral growl died in his throat, replaced by a pained whimper. I didn't waste a second. I channeled every drop of spiritual energy I had, my fingertips glowing with a soft, milky white light. I pressed my palm firmly against his burning chest, right over his frantic heart. "By the Frost of the Moon, Let the Silver Be Strewn," I murmured an ancient spell, sending the cooling waves of healing power into him. "I'm here. Let it go, Lucian."

His flawless skin and delicate features are way too pretty for a man … in fact, it looks like they’ve been ripped straight from a K-pop stage. Then he glances up, and — holy hell — his eyes. Big, amber, and golden-bright, like a lion in human form. He could very easily pass as a K-pop demon. Tiny Saja. He does a double-take, swinging his head from one twin to the other, like a tennis umpire trying to call a very confusing match. Jackson comes to his senses first. “What spider?” This seems to bring Lee out of his daze. He finally wins the battle with his jeans and mutters, “In the bathroom. Big spider. Huge.” His hands are still trembling.

she asked hopefully. Spider grinned, his dark eyes dancing in the morning summer sun. His face was almost completely covered with a tattoo of a black spider web, and the rest of his slim frame was inked with spiders of all shapes and sizes. Despite the intimidating exterior, the man was a mushy marshmallow inside, and Mirrie knew it. “Breakfast?” he teased her. “You know it.” He shook his dark head. “Yeah, sure, grab a few. You need a coffee?” “Many,” Mirrie responded, her mouth already full of cookie. “Many, oh-so-many coffees.”