Spider-x Marvel Novels & Stories

Some were stuck to the wall with a dagger. "Find them! I must end the Moon Crescent pack!!" "Papa, why?" I could feel tears welling in my eyes. I began to feel soreness in my throat and lungs. "We shall not have mercy on the enemy." I sniffed up my nose then, my body became cold. "Is that tears I see in your eyes Xavier?" He cracked his head from side to side for intimidation. I swallowed hard and stared at him and, the tears that had welled up began to pour.

His face pales, but I'm not done. "Think I'm lying?" I push, voice cold and sharp as glass. "Ask him about the witches he's been dealing with. Yeah, those witches. The ones he's already negotiating with, planning how to take you down the moment you're distracted with your shiny new Luna." Spencer stills. Xavier's face drains of color, and that's all the confirmation Spencer needs. "You fucking snake," Spencer growls, voice like thunder.

In short, it was a mixture of beauty and monstrosity in one body with it going more on the monster side. “My name is Theraphosa. I am Lord Arshild’s personal assistant and also guardian of his tomb. The fact that you passed through here already proves your true intention.” The spider-woman named Theraphosa said. “Guess the cat’s out of the bag?” Rain said with a sarcastic tone. “No cats are out of any bags. I only caught you lying.” “Yeah, that’s kinda what it means.”