Spider Noir Fanart Novels & Stories

I retort. He lets out a huff, glaring at me before gesturing towards himself. "Take off your shirt, and we'll settle it." I pop my gum, relishing a good challenge. Swiftly, I remove my V-neck, casting it onto the nearby mattress. His gaze sweeps over the black ink that envelops my chest, ribs, and abs. Nearly every inch of my fair skin showcases a mosaic of vivid skulls, crossbones, swords, tumultuous waves, and sailing vessels. The grayscale pirate imagery intertwines with vibrant sparrows and swallows. His eyes continue their descent, tracing the ink until they reach the hem of my black pants.

“Thanks. So what do we have here?” Bryan asked his partner, who pointed at one of the eight frames on the laptop screen, which was relaying the live feeds of hidden cameras that were set up in strategic places around the harbor. Looking at the screen, he saw three Latinos unloading some crates from a speed boat at the pier. From where the boat was, there was an open space about half the size of a football field, which was surrounded by shipping containers that were stacked on one another. Looking closer, he saw that each of the men had viper tattoos on different parts of their body.

(Senior Disciple John) Inside the crowds outside the Aeternum Auction House, a few particular figure with a very questionable appearance as well as demeanour were sitting on the park bench, they were looking at the big Holographic Projector that were showing the live broadcast of the Auctions. These people were wearing, what many can call, a Ninja like outfits with a twist of middle east influence on them, but despite the odd mixed of the outfits, they were all have the appearance of a clear Asian looks, naturally since this is Fantasma, all of them have the features of fantasy on them. These people were actually coming from a famed organization call, The Spider, a professional Assassin/Shad

he said. “I was excited.” He held the door open. “Come in.” Inside, the shop smelled like ink, leather, and something smoky. The walls were covered in flash designs—dragons, skulls, tribal patterns—but the back room was darker. Deeper. The art there was hand-drawn and brutal. Sacred geometry. Erotic symbols. Spines being tattooed down spines. He nodded toward the chair. “Where’s the tattoo going?” “My spine,” she said. “From the base of my neck down to—”

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

The Major was shut off by those three from CSD Detective Club. “Those sparkling purple eyes of the painted spider weren’t really painted by some cheap glittered paint. It is something that exhibits color zoning of purple, blue, and white. You don’t have a flashlight with you so I assume you’ll be using the moonlight to check whether you’d sight all the different shades swimming and glinting beneath the faceted surface. The heist, in that context, is best done when under the full moon. However, for some reason, the painting is set to be sold on the day the full moon will own the night. Therefore, you can’t delay it anymore. But—!” I stopped a meter away from him. “The Spider’s Eyes painting i

I approached it and pushed in, it slowly opened revealing the dark room before me. “I hurriedly turned on my torch flashing it to the objects I could barely see and to my surprise the pictures of his victims were on the wall as speculated. I scoffed knowing that I almost doubted Spider's words. I got into the small space flashing the bright light at all the pi5 pinned to the board. They were pictures of different people and each of them had an X written in red color across their faces. They were men, women and even children. From this I can only judge that my rival was just as cruel as a monster.

Saffy glanced at the white cravat studded with a sapphire pin. "Hi, are you two going to cosplay? You look... fabulous," she murmured. Saffy couldn't take her eyes off them, and the cowboy was glaring at her, his eyes red, and his fangs were showing under his top lip.

He looked like he just stepped out of a male fashion catalogue. No wonder there were a lot of thoughts shouting towards him, especially from the girls. He really did look good, like Mya had said. His face was a little pale but perfectly shaped. His hair had a little dark shade of brown and it was short and gelled up in a fancy way. His eyes were kind of onyx coloured but that wasn’t too much noticeable. And his mind, it was quiet but I could hear a little humming sound on the background of it.

he said to his friends. Nick just rolled his eyes as a took yet another drag from his cigarette to which I cringed my nose in disgust. I walked closer to inspect them. There was a white one with flames finely imprinted on its sides and a few drawings of skulls. Then there was a red one which had a large scorpion drawn on its side with a few black strips across it and then finally there was the one that Nick was leaning on which I figured was his. It was a black spotless one with a Phoenix engulfed in flames from its wings to its head.