Spider-man Poison Novels & Stories

"Selena! Lyra... she was attacked by a Shadow Spider last night. She’s been poisoned, she’s unconscious!" He was breathing hard, a hint of fear I’d never seen before in his voice. "Only your pure moon energy can cleanse that damn toxin! The pack healer said your power is the best match!" I hadn't slept all night; my soul felt hollowed out, and I was slow to react. He must have thought I was refusing, because he actually got down on his knees and begged me, his voice raw. "If my power didn’t clash with the poison, I'd never ask you!"

“I'm sorry, sir! My name is Gordon Sutton. I hope you will do me a gracious favor and save my life.” Kiran was somewhat impressed by Gordon's willingness to humble himself. “No problem, as long as you pay!” “Sure!” Gordon nodded with a smile. “May I know your name, sir?” “Kiran York.” “Are you a doctor, Mr. York?” Kiran stared at Gordon intently. “You’ve been hit by Mawi's poison. It’s a chronic poison that slowly accumulates in your body until it takes over your nerves and kills you.” “Is it really Mawi’s poison?” Gordon asked in alarm.

Lady Mana slowly removed the last needle from Aria's arm before placing it down carefully. Then she stood up. Immediately, Cain moved toward her. "How is she?" he asked quickly, his voice rough and cracking from fear. Lady Mana sighed deeply. "She had poison in her system that had slowly gone deep in her," she said quietly. Everyone froze. "The poison is called Shadow Venom." Even the name sounded deadly.

It wasn't at the same level as but it was close enough. Shadow Arachne then dived out of the tree and landed on the back of the poisonous scorpion, just out of reach of its claws. Following its landing, Shadow Arachne once again spat out a glob of spider silk. This time, it was just ordinary spider silk which was then used to bind the joints of the poisonous scorpion's claws while reeling it in. If a picture was taken of this moment, many viewers would find it funny as it would depict a half meter tall spider riding on the back of a five-meter tall scorpion and is manipulating it like a puppet.

His fingers brushed mine briefly, but his expression remained guarded as he flipped through the pages. “The poison is called Xylaraethyxin,” I explained, my voice steady despite the lump in my throat. “It’s rare, but it’s real. It incapacitates people with powers, causes leg paralysis, emotional overload, and unconsciousness. If it’s not detected, it can kill. The only cure is the pigeon milk and scorpion crushed powder.” Lady Elena’s eyes widened, her composure slipping for the first time. “Kiara can't die. The poison will only weaken her.” Jack murmured, and I didn't quite understand what he meant.

The cellar echoed the sounds back and forth. ‘’ Lord, Maybe we can keep interrogating him till the last moment. Hey you,’’ the other wolf went to stand in front of the man. ‘’ Do you mind telling us what kind of poison was in the arrow? That much you can say, right? It's not like you are giving us the antidote.’’ The man looked away and stared at the pool of blood that was created under his feet. He could see his face reflected in it. ‘’ The poison was created from a venomous snake called ‘Cobra’. Unless the god himself has taken pity on him, he can’t be saved by another goddess.’’ His smirk had created an anger spark within August’s heart.

It seemed his suspicions were not unfounded. Dr. Sandman went on, "It was a poison called Amni Poison. While it's not lethal, it disrupts the memory nerves of the victim, causing them to forget the people and events they care about the most. Moreover, if the victim forcefully tries to recall those forgotten memories, it leads to intense heartache. It's like a barrier in their memory; breaking through it only causes unbearable pain."

Ivy asked, fear lacing her voice. Dante didn't answer. He handed her the paper. It was a toxicity report from his time in the Sicilian sub-levels. It stated that the "Lethal Bond" required a biological catalyst—a specific chemical cocktail he had been unknowingly fed since he was a child to ensure his obsession remained focused. But there was a side effect.

I reached for my glass of sparkling wine, "and I shall do the same to her." I could see the panic in his eyes as he looked to find something to help him but nothing would help. It was too late, he'd digested the poison. It was a poison that he'd used to torture those who were spies. He'd inject it into their bloodstream and it would close off their wind pipes and their oesophagus would tighten and tighten until they couldn't breathe. It killed them in fifteen minutes and there was no cure. Well, there actually is but I won't give it to him.

“I heard an explosion, and I ran to see what was going on. I got caught up in it and managed to escape in time to come here.” I nodded and looked around the quiet campsite. “Gather our strongest men… we will go there immediately,” I tell him. He nodded, but before he could run off, I called after him. “James,” I said, halting him. “Did you find out what the poison was?” He nodded again. “Yes, Sire. It was Nightshade. Slow-moving, yet deadly. There isn’t an actual cure for it. Once it’s in your system, it’s only a matter of time before death follows.”