Spidergirl Novels & Stories

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

she yelled and banged the door furiously. "It......I....t me Li..ly Lilly Winter" she stuttered. "I know what you'll be thinking right now, that I am a coward but that's the truth, I am really scared of Gabriella Scot, she is a scary person and ten times meaner than Jessica Bane", she thought to herself.

The beautiful eyes directed at her, "This-This isn't your trap?" "No. But I can free you if you just calm down. Ok?" The winged girl seemed doubtful but eventually winced and nodded. Helia's eyes scanned the device; a simple but effective snare net set high in the trees. It was meant to catch birds but it seemed adept at catching flying humanoids as well. Helia could see the spots where it was tied down and went to her horse for her crossbow. She selected a special arrow with a wide, sideways blade for a head. It was something of her own design meant to be fired and cut the descending webs of giant spiders. Rather effective in getting them on the ground to be hacked to pieces since they clea

Shamira had apparently jumped twenty feet straight up and was clinging to a tree. "What happened?!" he asked, looking around for whatever must have attacked her. "Spuh . . . spider," she stuttered, looking around frantically. Shane and Banshee just stared at her. "Giant evil spider?" Shane asked, trying really hard not to smirk. "From space?" Banshee asked calmly, defying the rumors that she had no sense of humor. "From hell?" She looked around. Squinting, she was able to see a web nearby with a garden spider attempting to repair one of its anchor lines. "Poor baby!" she cooed as if she were talking to her grandchild. "You scared her!"

Myles garbed a nervous smile as he held her gaze, “Good evening, your grace. We honestly got lost. We never knew your kids were here. If we knew, we’d never come. Besides, that bitchy spider had told them it was just a little mischievous crow. They had first wondered why the spider didn’t come for the eggs herself, but the spider told them that the poisonous vines would affect her, and even though she could fly, she couldn’t do that for long. She was a mutation in her species, and currently, the only one blessed to fly. That’s why she needed them for this task. If they had known it was an SSS-level crow they were going to steal from, would they fucking come here? The young dark-haired lady i

I recognized her immediately—Dina. The mean girl. She stands with her weight on one hip, her uniform sitting on her like it was tailored twice, a small deliberate smile on her face that does not reach her eyes. “Hi, lost puppy,” Every word is soaked in a particular brand of cruelty that hides behind a pleasant tone and dares you to call it out. I open my mouth— “You don’t get to call her that” Belle is beside me before I even register her moving. She doesn't raise her voice. She just stands there, shoulders square, expression pleasant in the way that a closed door is pleasant.

Beneath the image was a short string of text: Steal the ledger back from Adrian’s safe by midnight, or the little bird falls. "No," I gasped, the phone slipping through my slick fingers onto the bed. "No, no, no..." My chest seized. I hit the floor on my knees, clawing at my throat as oxygen refused to enter my lungs. Pure, sickening terror ripped through me, shredding whatever fragile composure I had built over the last few days. I wasn't a mobster. I wasn't a killer. I was a twenty-one-year-old girl whose entire life was falling apart, and now a scope was trained on the only family I had left in this world.

Arabella sings, and Katie Rose picks up the little class compartment I'm assuming is the spider's travel home. “She will love you, Spidey girl.” “Of course, she will.” Arabella snorts out a laugh, “She has to take care of her.” “Good point.” Katie Rose giggles, taking careful steps outside the room with Arabella right behind her, counting the steps she takes. “Are you okay?” I ask her, noting the kids are out of earshot. “Yeah.” Thalia nods, her gaze distant still. “You had a spider on you.” I frown.

At one point, Spider nearly triggered an alarm when she froze, spotting a terrified young girl curled in a containment pod. “Hang tight,” Spider whispered, pulling out a small injector. “We’re getting you out.” Widowmaker smirked quietly. “Looks like your collection just got a new… project.” Spider grinned despite the tension. “I swear, if she starts calling me ‘Mom’ I’m blaming you.” They pressed onward, deeper into the belly of Valeria’s cloning nightmare, ready to unravel the next horrifying secret, Widowmaker carefully lifted the girl from the containment pod, her small body trembling but alive. “We’re getting you out of here, little one,” she murmured, voice gentle but firm.

One afternoon, Mitchell received a phone call. "We found the person who took the necklace. He said a woman paid him a hefty fee to deliver it. The account traces back to Maggie."