Spiderman Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

With each spindly step closer, the air around her grew thicker, and the smell of wet soil and worms rolled over me so strong I gagged. I shut my eyes and waited for the moment it would happen. For those pincers to sink into my flesh. Perhaps for my head to come clean off. It never came. The scent of earth faded. The pressure on the web subsided as she stepped away. I cracked one eye open, then the other. The spider was gone, and in her place stood a woman. Not just any woman… Me. My height. My hair. My hands, my mouth, my eyes looking up at me with an expression I’d never once worn—delighted, hungry, pleased with itself. Even the crescent burn at the hollow of her throat was there, but heale

United by their bond, they must resist the allure of the illusion while embracing their romantic connections. Xienma's eyes met Xavier's, and in that moment, they knew that their love for one another was stronger than any illusion. Xavier's hand found Cassie's, their fingers intertwining as they stood together, their hearts beating as one. Cassie's eyes filled with determination, her voice steady and resolute. "We will not be tempted apart," she said, her voice echoing through the forest. "Our bond is stronger than any illusion, and our love for one another is the key to unlocking the power we need to confront Drax."

All the ends of the spider's legs have turned into armored spikes, its mouth is open wider than a spider’s mouth should be as it flashes rows and rows of black teeth. My arms fly up in defense. I scream the only thought that comes to my mind. “HEAL!” A blinding bright white and golden light bursts out of me sending Noroya flying in a tree as time returns back to normal. When I see her again, half of the spider’s body looks like it was charred by an explosion. It is crumpled at the bottom of a tree. Vertigo hits and I lose my balance. My knees hit the ground. ‘You need to get out of here. Now!’

He didn’t flinch. “You think he’ll talk to me again?” Spider was quiet for a moment. “Yeah. Eventually. But you might have to be the one who starts the conversation.” “I don’t know if I can take the silence again.” “Then break it before it becomes permanent.” I nodded slowly, the weight in my chest not gone but a little lighter. Just enough to breathe. Spider glanced down at me. “Also, if I catch you dancing with another dude who wears his sunglasses indoors, I will throw you into traffic.”

Katarina vanished into her network rumors she’d turned the repurposed strains toward real cures, quietly, no headlines. The swarm was gone erased, not locked. The heir lock erased with it. I was just Luca. Accountant. Brother. Lover. Ours. Dante leaned over kissed my shoulder. “Happy?” Rocco’s hand found mine under the table squeezed. I looked out at the water endless, blue, free. “Yeah,” I said voice steady. “I am.” No more curses. No more strains. Just us. And the rest of forever.

He claims my mouth, his tongue sweeping inside, reminding me that while I am the mother of his child, I am also the lover who binds them together. Ciro moves to my side. His hand—the massive, warm hand that shielded me from bullets—covers my thigh. He squeezes, a possessive, grounding touch that anchors me to the bed. "We are the father," Ciro rumbles, his dark eyes fixed on my face. "And you are the center." Spadino leans his elbows on the mattress, grinning. But his eyes are wet. "Science is boring," Spadino says. "We prefer magic."

He was both lost in the sensation from this man’s doing and to the heat coming for his nape. It was all blurry until Cross licks his nape. Right there and then, this Alpha can bite him. Right there and then, Cross can form the Bond between then. His Omega side is screaming yes, screaming how much he wants just that. He wants that. He wants exactly that—to be owned fully by this man, by Cross.

I hold up my hand with the spider, and his eyes move to it. “Rafey!! She’s ruined our room and infested the packhouse,” Cassandra screams. “Oh please, turn any wolf loose in there and they’ll be gone in minutes, excellent exercise and a good snack,” I say, feigning annoyance. “Cassandra I need to tell you once and for all that Hannah is--” “Late. She’s very late. Come on, the guardians are leaving, we’re not wasting any time. I saved you a seat next to me,” I hear, and turn to see Parker. My heart flutters as I absentmindedly drop the spider and step toward him.

When she showed up, Darius and I were waiting. No words, no mercy. The Spider could not forgive, and Marco had to be avenged. With Elena gone, I rebuilt with Darius and Cassandra. By winter, I had a new web. New York had bloodied me, but it hadn’t broken me. Again, the Spider cast another web.

A growl rumbled from his chest, not human, not even werewolf, but something more primal, more terrifying. The pack drew back collectively, many lowering their eyes in instinctive submission to power they didn't understand but clearly feared. "Please," Linda whispered, all her earlier defiance gone. "He's my only son." "Only because you treated me as nothing," Cross replied coldly. But he released his grip, letting Damian collapse to the platform, gasping and clutching his throat. Cross turned back to me, his strange golden-red eyes meeting mine for the first time with full attention. Something passed between us, a current, a connection I couldn't explain.