Spider-man Stop The Train Novels & Stories

Vane cursed at the controls. "Ice patch!" Vane yelled. "Traction control is slipping!" "Engage the spikes!" Tristan ordered instinctively. "I know how to drive a train!" Vane shouted back, slamming a lever. A metallic thunk resonated through the hull as the carbide spikes extended from the treads, biting into the frozen ground. The Mammoth stabilized. Saoirse looked at Tristan, an amused glint in her eyes. "See? You're still the commander." "Backseat driver," Tristan corrected.

The older gentleman looks up at me as I push through all of the people standing in line, trying not to hurt anyone, but I am in too much of a hurry to pay too much attention to anyone else. “We can’t just stop the train,” the man says, scratching his head. “By order of Alpha Mark, you can and will stop the train!” I command him, knowing Mark would say the same thing if he were over here with me. “But you ain’t Alpha Mark!” he argues. “No, I am Alpha Reece, and Alpha Mark is right there, running toward that train, so you need to stop it this instant!” I shout at him, pointing my finger in my best Alpha stance.

The Spider? Soren works for Hannibal? He taps on my wrist again, taking another step back to press me into the door in a silent command to open it. “I’m done fucking around,” Ugly Man sneers. “Get em. Keep the girl alive. She’s got those long legs I like.” I scoff, then twist the handle. Soren doesn’t waste a single second. He turns, grabs me around the waist, and leaps off the train, past the tracks, sending us into a freefall.

"I'm sorry but I can't stay here any longer." "Honey, what are you saying?" "I'm moving out, I can't bear to stay," he managed to say. "There's no need to worry about me, I'll be fine." She stared at him in shock. There was nothing left to say. "I need space and time," Trainor went on. "I need to find myself. I need to find a solution. I cannot let an evil creature to continue parading around this peaceful city. What if she starts infecting people? How can we be sure she has not infected someone already?"

But before they could make contact, a stern voice cut through the tension. "Stop this instant!" Both Danial and Sara halted mid-air, skidding to a stop as they turned towards the source of the voice. At the entrance of the training hall stood Agent Thompson, arms crossed and his face stern. His sharp eyes darted between the two, clearly unimpressed with the chaos they were causing.

He used his telekinesis to form a web, stopping the glass fragments from falling and hurting anyone down below and pulling everything back into his office. At the same time, he held Hal outside the building. Hal felt his knees buckling as he felt the cool winds buffeting his face and kept struggling even as he shrieked, "Please, just give me a chance! Just let me go, I'm begging you!" "Still not going to talk, huh?" Frank snorted. Before Hal could speak, Frank suddenly released him! "Argh!!!" Hal was screaming endlessly, convinced he was doomed, when he suddenly stopped.

His eyes gleamed with vile intent. As I stared them down, I subtly sniffed the air and confirmed they were humans. Without hesitation, I sprang forward, stepping over the huddled passengers. In a fluid motion, I disarmed both men and swiftly snapped their arms. They screamed in agony. Then, one of them exclaimed, "You're a werewolf!" At that moment, the train suddenly stopped. I glanced outside and noticed it wasn't a scheduled station stop. The sudden halt could only mean the hijackers had already taken control of the engine room.

I said, trying to keep my voice level. He paused, studying me. Then he smiled. Not the cocky grin from before—this one was... darker. "If you hurt me," he said slowly, "you’ll lose. You won’t even see what’s coming and I'll tell you again, you need this information as fast as possible to stop a threat you know nothing about." He stepped forward, like he was about to walk right past me. I gave Spider the sign. In a flash, Spider struck, his fingers snapping to a pressure point in Enzo’s neck.

“I thought we were training.” “Yeah, but I have changed my mind. This is a date and I want you to relax too. No training, no ex coach and student,” I said, sauntering up to him. “Just Sera and Marcus.” The side of his lips lifted up. “Sera and Marcus,” he said again. “Yeah, I can do that.” I grabbed his hands and dragged him. “Let's goo,” I chortled, “last one there is a loser.”

The sudden decompression nearly sucked me out of the train, but Killian’s huge hand clamped onto my arm, anchoring me to the violently rocking floor. The edge of the gorge was rushing toward us. "Hold your breath, my Queen," Killian snarled against my ear. He didn't just jump. He launched us out of the train with all the force of his Alpha-enhanced muscles, pushing off the unstable floor at the exact microsecond the locomotive’s front wheels lost contact with the solid earth. For a moment, we suspended in the rainy night, a perfect arc of golden solar fire, starlight, and the desperate weight of an ancient vampire.