Spider Noir Novels & Stories

The light illuminated the space, full of old objects and stacked boxes. As she walked, a loose floorboard creaked beneath her feet. She bent down to see what it was and, with some effort, lifted the board. She found an old book, covered in dust, with a leather cover filled with drawings of supernatural creatures. Scarlett’s heart began to race; something about the book drew her in, as if it held secrets waiting to be discovered.

The movements are deliberate, the way a wolf digs when it knows exactly where the prey is buried. I hand Michael back his tablet and glance at the larger displays. The most promising contenders are front and center. Phineas Parker—second son of his pack, hungry to prove his worth now that he can’t inherit. His blade carves into a giant spider, the creature’s armored shell splintering under his relentless strikes. Not many can pierce spider chitin so cleanly—he’s already taken down two, his face carved in focus, eyes burning with purpose.

[The Spider's Web. The place was a mix of stale alcohol, sweat, and dried blood. It was filled with mercenaries showing off their bounties, hunters cleaning their weapons, and informants whispering in dark corners. "Here, strength isn't displayed with silk robes," Rayden analyzed, his sharp eyes moving quickly, "But with scars on the face and a cold glint in the eye." He saw his target. At the rearmost table, an old man in strangely luxurious silk robes sat calmly, sorting through several scrolls. He was the spider in the center of his web.

Chapter Twenty Seven Elena’s POV The club was quieter after hours eerily so. The smell of whiskey and sweat still hung in the air, but the laughter, the shouting, the chaos were gone. What remained were the faint echoes of the night, lingering like ghosts. Spider sat at the bar, counting cash with his usual lazy precision. His fingers were quick, moving through the notes like a magician’s trick. I hovered near him, pretending to help wipe glasses, keeping my head low, my ears sharp.

I'll never understand why. "Let's make sure the next mission goes to you then." I mutter and Mike stands. "Now that Jada and Cole are here, let's start this." He says making every conversation stop. He opens the file and looks at me for a few seconds. "Jada, we found the bodies of the assassins as you told Cole. Both belonged to 'The Spiders'. The jackets and tattoos of webs on their biceps. We have a new lead. The LAPD informed me that the spiders had been responsible of different deaths in LA. They were tracked but they covered each of their tracks until they suddenly went MIA after the police found a leak. Looks like they escaped to here." Mike informs as he looks down at his file.

“So enough about my mark. Tell me about my cover. Who is Maria?” “Very simple. She is an Italian orphan who is loyal to her masters” “She sounds like a slave?” “She's supposed to be “Is that how Italians like it?” “That's how mobs like it” “Tell me about it” “Maria doesn't exist, she's invisible” “I get the concept” “Happy we're on the same page. Now back to our target. The aim is to get as much info as we can get. You're going to have tiny speakers interlaced in your hair”

Feeling eyes on him his head snapped to the presence a little away from him and his eyes widened. A beautiful wolf stood there with sparkling copper eyes that had specs of violet in them. Her fur was the color of dusky caramel just like her skin but she had scars on the body of her wolf as well. Hunter couldn't pull his eyes away and then all of a sudden a zap of current ran down his spine and his hand shot up to his neck where the skin was protruding. She marked him!

“My guess is she had some sort of psychic gift, similar to Nick’s, that allowed her to attack our nervous system, heightening then deafening our senses to each extreme.” “Yeah, that makes sense. What about the spiders though?” “Spiders?” “Yeah, after the . . . darkness, there were hundreds—no, thousands of spider scrawling all over me. I fucking hate spiders . . . ” I’d almost forgotten that about him. I always found it extremely adorable how a heartless contract killer could be so maddeningly terrified of something so tiny and, generally, harmless. Damnit, Sarah. Stop remembering all the things you liked about this carpet-crunching son-of-a-bitch.

Small eyes shone like wet rubies. The tip of the spear grated against a long claw, leaving only a few notches on it. The spider hissed low, its mandibles snapping. He was in no hurry to attack. He danced in place, not letting the werewolf get around him and not letting him get closer. Someone else’s terrible scream whipped Markat like a red-hot whip: he rushed forward, slipping to the ground at the last moment, rolled under the opponent’s belly, jumped up, ready to turn around and howled from burning pain: the spider turned too quickly after him and casually touched him: the claw ripped open leather jacket, shirt and leather underneath. Aznar still managed to put out a spear, but the enemy d

David hides behind a thick trunk. He hears a lot of spitting sounds as the bone spider continues to release a barrage of sharp bone daggers. Then silence. David peeks out of the thick trunk and he sees Bob angrily stabbing the spider with David’s bone knife. The creature tries to shake off Bob but the monkey rampages on its back. Bob holds on tightly to the bone spider’s large back and continues to stab its weak points with David’s sharp bone knife. Eventually, the bone spider stops moving as Bob manages to pierce its head by hitting a weak point on the skull. The bone spider falls flat on its body as Bob drives the knife deeper.