Spider Man Wall Crawling Novels & Stories

I stabbed over my head, dragging the blade with me towards its rear with a spill of silk. Its belly exploded in scurrying baby spiders, each the size of a housecat. The newly birthed young devoured their mother from the inside out, her screams shrill and lengthy. I ran up onto her fallen corpse, the hard shell of her carapace shattering under my heels, and leapt free, seizing upon a strand of thread that was suspended from a tree. The baby spiders surged up the trunk and I tied the thread around my waist so that I dangled over the massacre, as they pursued me.

"And you should have seen Your man, kicking in doors, taking down bad guys ... a bonafide superhero" I turn to look at Luca, as I let Tom go. "Oh really, that sounds ... kinda hot". "I was kicking asses and taking names baby". He says grinning, as he gives me a cheeky wink. "Just ... don't ask him to ... jump walls you know". Tom chuckles, making Luca glare at him. I look from one to the other. "Jumping walls ?" "Apparently Tom is like half spiderman ... Let's take two steps back and jump a seven foot wall in one go". Luca say shaking his head.

Totally disturbing. Treading carefully around it, she pushed deeper into the room, skirting the sticky strands that sought to clutch her. A distant shout, though, sent her in to panic mode, and she jogged as she swerved around the various stretches of spider silk, their nets drawing closer and closer until she veritably had to tear her way through them. Or tried to. The deeper she went, the more sluggishly she moved, the strands not breaking easily, their sticky grip slowing her movements until she couldn't take another step.

He pulled away from my ear and cuffed my breast with the same hand he used to unravel my robe. My core became just a little bit more hotter as his lips covered my nipple and began to suck on them. A few seconds later he dropped the hand that he was using to cuff my breast while still using his mouth to continue to suck on my nipple he started to trail down my body with his now free hand as he passed my other boob, my stomach, and stopped at my core. I was so hot right now I had to be hotter than the sun, if he continued I was sure going to explode but stopping wasn’t an option at this point. I wanted him. My head fell back onto the wall in pleasure as he slowly slid down in my entrance and s

But there had to be another way out of this room. I scanned the walls, searching for any hidden mechanisms. Pop walked to where the fountain kissed the wall. I followed where his eyes were staring. There was a visible crack in the wall near the ceiling. It was barely noticeable, but it might just be one of the routes. With a determined leap, I shifted into my half-transformed form, utilizing my enhanced senses and agility. I jumped up, claws gripping onto the crack, and began to climb. It was a difficult and unstable climb, but I pushed forward.

As soon as I open the video, I see footage of JP’s apartment building, shot on cell phones. “I found it, I found it,” I announce with a combination of excitement and dread. JP circles around behind me to watch. In the footage, gunfire blasts out the windows – and then two figures jump through the shattered glass. It’s Grant and Dominique. I watch, mouth gaping, as they go full-on Spider-man. I’m talking jumping from balcony to balcony, catching ledges by their fingertips, then leaping from building to building. It’s absolutely amazing. So that’s fuckin’ parkour.

She would never let the bastard. She screamed, her hands which were tied in front of her becoming hot as arrows of darkness exploded out, aimed for his broad back. Her dark shrapnels punched into his back in several thuds and then they swelled and crashed into the walls. The room shook ominously and she staggered back with wide eyes as the walls ran with cracks racing all the way to the ceiling before everything collapsed completely. ... After the dust settled, she was aware of frantic fingers parting the sand and the next thing she knew she was being dragged out of the earth by her fellow Spiders.

Jack decided. The others nodded in agreement. "Yup," Miaka said, taking a few steps away from the huge spider and her web. "But what about the guy inside the web?" "What guy?" Kai said, looking up and down along the strands of silk. A body sat between the two trees, completely wrapped up in silk like a human burrito. "Oh." "Help me!" screamed the wrapped man. "Please save me, she is going to eat me!" She wasn't going to eat anyone. Not after Kai was through with her. He ran up the web, using the tendrils to get foot holds. The spider turned its head, trying to snap at Kai with her giant fangs as he kicked her squarely in her giant jaws.

“That’s—” “Spiders!” Bjorn shrieked. I looked down and felt sick. Thousands of tiny spiders had begun to pour out of the crack in the ground. They were small and quick and glistening, boiling up out of the dirt in a wave that spread wider with every second, swallowing the grass, climbing over each other in their hurry to reach us.

Tap… Tap… Slide… Tap… Like something clinging to the wall. We turned our flashlights. And what we saw never left me. A man. Skinny — skeletal. Wearing old hospital clothes. Eyes too large. Too white. Like someone who hadn’t seen light in years. He was stuck to the wall. Not standing. Upside down. Head down. Feet up. Like a spider. And he was staring at us. Laughing. A mad laughter that echoed in every corner.