Spiderman Cry Novels & Stories

She exhaled shakily, turning back toward the direction she was going, when she felt something light and tickling land on her shoulder, which made Zendaya freeze. Zendaya slowly turned her head to see what it was, and she came face-to-face with a large, hairy spider crawling down her arm. “Ah!” A sharp scream escaped from her throat, and she swatted frantically at the creature, trying to get it off her. When she did, she bolted down the hallway, her heart pounding in her ear due to how loudly it was beating. This was a huge mistake, she should have never come there, and she felt tears rush to her eyes upon the thought of dying in that mansion.

"Haha, you cried?" "Is that funny to you, huh?" Tears truly spilled from his eyes, sliding down his firm cheeks. As soon as he realized he was crying, he quickly looked away, cursing himself under his breath as he wiped his face roughly. "You almost died, damn it!" Seeing someone genuinely worried enough to cry for me... somehow felt so warm. Pleasant, in a strange way. He sobs, slowly trying to regain his composure, as if he'd never cried before. He cleared his throat, steadying his voice. "Right. Marco Marten called you earlier."

My legs tremble so bad I have to lean on the door for support. Someone, please get this bug off me. I hate spiders and all crawling insects. Maria knows that. Olivia does too. My eyes flutter open when the movements on my arm cease, I remain frozen until the spider crawls out of sight. Unsatisfied after sanitising my arm, I punch the locker and wince. With a determined scowl, I grab the forgotten tube out of my locker and slam the door, storming off in the direction of the cafeteria. This ends today.

I can’t help but cry loudly now, no longer fearful of being heard, my sobbing is erratic as I’m drowning in desperation, I feel totally inept and helpless. I’m not sure if it is because of Marco’s selfless act to take such a beating, or my gut-wrenching cries, but Caspian’s Beta intercepts another harmful hit. “Caspian calm down… Caspian. Please, that’s enough, you’ve made your point.”

“Try harder! Any potion to weaken the curse! Any spell to undo it!” They shook their heads. “It's beyond our capacity, Luna.... We're so sorry....” Tears flowed freely from my eyes. A stab of pain pierced my chest, spreading throughout my body. I couldn't do anything but freeze. Xavier placed me in his arms. I cried silently. Only the sound of the girls' sobs filled the air. “Hey.” “Papa!” “Why are you crying?” Xander asked in a thin voice, his hand trembling as he reached for Jasmine's cheek. “Are you alright?”

I felt it — my vision was on the edge of blackening out, but why all of a sudden? "The…candles!" I thought whilst closing my eyes only for a moment that would help me gather my thoughts and energy that was slowly running out. Breathing as heavily, I reopened my eyes that were overwhelmed by tears and caught Alpha Xenos who was wearing a quivering smile, stopped only a second away from my naked feet. He was just standing there ogling at me — how dare he?!

Because as much as I feel all those emotions, I also feel sympathy for Veronica, and my heart cries for her. "Please. Don’t cry." I mumble as I release my fists and crouch before her. "He does. You have to believe me, he does." She chants when I lift her face. "Shh. No more. You don’t have to say anything else." I whisper as I swipe my thumb gently over her cheeks to wipe her tears before bringing her into my arms, pressing her head to my chest with my hand caressing her hair as a means of comforting her. But even with that, her body doesn’t stop trembling, and she doesn’t stop sobbing.

CASEY The spider-men tried to pounce their hands on my chest. It feels so intense. I can't breathe under this pressure. Their heads were stretched towards me with their tongues sticking out long and with a sharp tip. I could only close my eyes while crossing my hands in front of my face. I'm so scared. I couldn't even scream because I was too upset. And maybe this is the end of my life. "Never touch a girl in our family!" I heard Raff screaming and growling. His voice was so strong and echoed inside my head.

He's all momentum and enthusiasm and five-year-old faith that when he launches himself at someone, they'll catch him. His Spider-Man sneakers (velcro, not laces—why does that detail feel important?) pound against the hardwood. His dinosaur t-shirt is twisted so the T-Rex is almost on his back instead of his front. I drop to one knee. He crashes into me with the full force of a small human who hasn't learned that bodies are fragile. His arms wrap around my neck. His momentum nearly knocks me backward. I catch him, arms closing around his small, solid body, and the weight of him, the reality of him, nearly undoes me.

But unshaken. Bain’s hands were trembling. Vulture stood silent, face pale with rage. The baby in his arms suddenly let out a soft, sharp wail. And without missing a beat, Vulture began to hum lowly— a haunting, lullaby-like tune from his homeland. “Shh,” he whispered to the child. “No more tears, little one. Not yet. Not until we make them bleed.” Bain’s eyes were locked on the screen. His voice came cold and quiet. “She’s still fighting.” “Then we will fight with her,” Spider said from the doorway.