Novelas y relatos de Spider Noir

It was chaos incarnate, yet I moved with practiced precision, my pistol raised and ready. Spider emerged from the haze like a nightmare given form, his wiry frame gliding through the devastation with an effortless, predatory grace. Blood streaked his tactical gear, some splattered across his cheek, though he didn’t seem to notice—or care. His dark eyes gleamed with something sharp, feral, and unnervingly focused. “Well, well,” he drawled, spinning a blade lazily between his fingers as if he had all the time in the world. “If it isn’t Agent Grey. Took you long enough to join the fun.”

Possibly a meter away from the hood of Hunter's car. It looks like a whole person dressed in all-black. Head to toe. Only he's wearing a hat dipped lower to hide his face. I'm not sure how long I'd been staring at it but suddenly, it tipped its head back and stared directly at me. I gasped. Gone is the tingling all over my body, the throbbing and ache persistent within my core. All gone. What in goddess' name is... that? "Nightcrawler," Hunter growls. A deadly glint in his eyes as he glared at this... man I just locked eyes with.

Jack Goldsmith squinted through his lashes and looked at the girl staring at him with wide blue eyes. She was gazing at his face and then her eyes widened even further as she looked at the rest of him, and her gaze turned into a scowl, and her skin turned the colour of pink summer roses. Bloody hell, women never scowled when they saw that part of his anatomy. Perhaps it was because he was as naked as the day he was born and lying on wet grass at the edge of the forest at ten o'clock on a wild, wet and windy night. She trembled over him, apologising that she had caught him with her Land Rover. Though, if he was honest, she hadn't knocked him over, but his wolf Silver.

"But tell Victor this: if his scavengers ever touch my berths again, I won’t send a lawyer. I’ll send your head to his office in a briefcase. Now, get up. And run." "Move it!" Hugo roared, kicking Jasper in the ribs. "Load the cash! I want this asphalt bleached in twenty minutes!" In the darkness above, Lina’s finger pressed 'Record.' The tiny red light blinked—a silent, rhythmic witness to the end of the Moretti myth. She captured it all: the bodies, the armored trucks swallowing the cartel cash, and Dominic Moretti standing in the center of the rot, playing God. "I got it, Soph," Lina breathed, her voice steadying as the adrenaline turned into cold steel. "Every frame. I’ve got him."

I was the finest barrier mage in the Blackrock Pack. My Alpha father promised I would be the next Moon Watcher. But at the ceremony, he led my twin sister Lila—a white wolf—up to the dais. Moonlight draped over her like she'd been hand-delivered by the goddess herself. My mother's eyes went red-rimmed. "A white wolf hasn't been born in a hundred years. Lila will protect us all." My brother puffed with pride. "She's the pride of the Fenraven bloodline." The pack knelt on one knee below, chanting her name over and over. I stood there, watching Lila glow like she'd swallowed the moon, and finally the words slipped out: "I laid every barrier around this pack. So why isn't the title mine?" My mot

“Then maybe you’ll understand better.” “Wherever you want to begin, man,” Tex said. “And as much as you want to tell.” “God,” Spider said softly. “I haven’t talked about him in – well. Years, Tex. Years and years.” “You don’t have to.” “No.” Spider turned his coffee cup around and around in his hands. “No. I want to. I think – I think that I even need to.” “OK.” “Well…” Spider sighed. “Well, we met at The Grinning Skulls.”

It was unlike anything I'd ever seen. And I knew exactly who it was, standing over the poor man. Noir. His back was to me, broad shoulders tense as he looked down at the shivering man whose whimpers and screams seemed to have choked him up. Noir was wearing a sky blue T-shirt with the symbol of a scorpion on it. His back rose and fell steadily, according to his breaths. His hair was let down; black strands fell carelessly just above his shoulders. Calm. Too calm.

I watch him walk out and I must doze off because when I get back Kylie walks in with two cups of coffee followed by Snake and Spade. It has been a while since I saw the tattooed bikers. Snake had a tattoo on his face, it still took some getting used to but his glasses and smaller build made him less imposing to the eye than Spade. Spade was lean muscle, and his demeanor scared the shit out of me. Especially when he was looking at me like that. “You caused a lot of trouble, Sienna. I was hoping it was going to be better once you woke up but it seems as though your secrets aren’t kept too well hidden.” Spade had a slight Mexican accent, but I wasn’t quite sure where his bloodline came from.

Just as she was starting to relax, there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” she muttered coldly, and the door creaked open, revealing her personal thug, Spider. “Good Evening, my lady,” he winked, and walked in, his eyes scanning the room before returning back to her. "What is it, Spider?" she asked, her voice husky and confident. “Did you guys succeed in capturing her?” He hesitated, his eyes darting around the room before he leaned in closer to her. "We didn't succeed,” he whispered. “Mr. Rodrigo seems to have his eyes closely on her, he suddenly intervened, sending a convoy to come get her.”

I growled and her eyes widened as she began shaking her head "Ka...Kaden, please...please, we can...we can talk this out, Kaden..." Her voice broke, trembling with fear as her breath hitched. Spider took a step toward her, he gripped the fabric of her dress and dragged the blade through it in one clean, merciless stroke. The cloth split apart like paper, falling away in shreds, leaving her shivering and exposed in nothing but her thin lingerie. Spider turned his eyes away immediately, making his way out without staring at her body. He had no reason to respect her anymore. She was nothing but a traitor now.