Spider-man Poison Novels & Stories

Spider emerged from the shadows behind him, twin daggers glinting in her fingers. “No sudden moves,” she said, smirking. “Unless you want your lungs pierced from both sides.” The man’s eyes darted wildly. “You don’t understand—she’ll skin me alive!” “Oh, sweetheart,” Widowmaker purred, cocking her gun, “we’ll do far worse.” They were within three feet when he bit down hard—something in his jaw cracked. Foam spilled from his lips. Spider surged forward, catching him before he dropped. “Shit!”

“Because if you don’t, the people you’re working for might find out you’ve been double-dealing. How do you think that’ll go over?” The man’s expression darkened, and for a moment, I thought he might pull a gun. But then he leaned back, a sly smile on his face. “Fine. What do you want to know?” Lucas pulled out his phone, showing him a photo of Emily. “She’s been poisoned. We need to know what toxin could do this and who’s behind it.” The man studied the photo, his expression unreadable. “That’s a nasty piece of work. Sounds like Blackthorn. Rare, expensive, and deadly.”

She didn’t have any other ulterior motives. “I feel as though my closet is too small. I was wondering if I could have someone come in and make my closet bigger. I don’t have enough space for all my books...” Rosalie tests as she watches him drink the coffee. Tonight she’ll finally know the side effects of the drug. She was perfecting a new poison – a clear, colourless liquid that, despite its innocent appearance, held the power to bring even the strongest man to his knees. Or that’s what she had planned. It was a potent brew, a blend of rare botanicals and powerful toxins, a testament to her years of studying the dark arts of chemistry and toxicology.

She's alive and breathing and probably still convinced she's going to find a way out, still convinced that her money and connections will save her. All I'd have to do is slip downstairs, find a vein in her neck, and let the spider venom do its work. No one would know. Carlton wouldn't find out. I'd have my revenge and my boy both. It's the perfect plan. I stand up and move toward the drawer, my movements careful despite the whiskey making my vision slightly soft around the edges. The bone pin is exactly where I left it, carved from the femur of a man who thought he could steal from me, laced with a poison so rare that the autopsy wouldn't even find it. One prick. That's all it would take.

Even Alpha King Alaric was there, his imposing presence filling the hallway. Yiyi’s inner wolf whimpered slightly under the pressure of the Royal Alpha’s aura. She steeled her nerves. "The Princess is out of immediate danger, Your Majesties. However... neutralising the toxin completely will be troublesome." Alpha King Alaric didn’t waste a second. "What poison was used on Serena?" Yiyi lowered her head, avoiding his glowing eyes. "The poison found on the velvet box... it is the pollen of the Phantom Nightshade."

Brandon's parents, on the other hand, stopped trying to discipline him altogether and chose to leave him to his own devices. Brandon was starving every time he came by my place during those few days. He had planned to scrounge a meal off Vivian, but he didn't expect that she'd just kick him out on the spot. Having lost everything, Brandon went down an extreme path and stabbed Vivian to death with a knife while she was home alone. Vivian, ironically, had brewed a cup of tea for Brandon that day, and according to the police investigation, that cup of tea was poisoned. I merely smiled when Mom told me all of this, thinking that they had only gotten what they deserved.

He leaned towards him and whispered, "I'm not well liked for my- differences." "Has anyone come after you or attacked you?" He tilted his head to the left, making him look very much like a cat with his big ears and large eyes. "Nothing more than the usual teasing Ronson gives me, but I have heard about a lot of fights. It reminds me of when my village was using the poison from the Garlocks." Tom shot him a questioning look. "Garlocks are spiders. Their poison can be used to make a person stronger." "Like steroids?"

“You said you were sorry, but you lied. Mother was right, you are nothing but a liar, a Casanova. And to think I went through all the trouble to drug you. Do you know that the wine you drank was filled with poison?” I suck a painful breath. Why won’t my wrist heal? Just what kind of poison is she talking about? Just then, a pain, as thick as the trunk of a tree and as bright as lightning, shoots through my body from my feet to my head. My vision explodes in red and I stagger back, clutching my neck.

“Brilliant. Love that for us.” The spider slammed down. The impact rolled through the cavern as a thick wave of green mist burst outward, flooding the space in seconds and coating everything it touched. Poison. Riley felt it immediately, his movement slowing as his body grew heavier under the effect. “Of course it’s poison,” Hayley said. “Wouldn’t be complete without that.” Before they could reset, the ground shifted again. Five more spiderlings emerged, larger, faster, stronger than the last. “Those are worse,” Sofia said.

It would have been fine if Frank knew his place and left, but he kept closing in. Jaud had no choice but to use his trump card ahead of schedule. Suddenly, a dagger laced with purple poison shot toward Frank from the back. "Oh, so that's your move?" Frank snorted as he pivoted and kicked the dagger. "Hah!" As Frank turned, Jaud grabbed a fistful of black powder and threw it at him from up close, laughing, "That poison is a compound combining the essence of over a dozen children and South Sea's toxic seaweed! Even a Skyrank elite would die in agony with just a pinch!"