Spiderman Fingertips Novels & Stories

My ring finger hit the floor before the pain reached me. All I heard was a clean, brittle crack. The severed finger, still wearing the Ossuary Signet, rolled across the expensive, handwoven carpet. Blood sprayed out, splashing over the crystal-studded heels of Sofia Constanzo. "How horrible. There is so much blood," Sofia screamed and collapsed into Luca Rossi's arms. The man gripping the bloodstained cigar cutter was someone I had trusted for 20 years and loved for ten.

The Black Widow spider bit down hard on Paula's hand, causing her to let out a sharp scream of pain that cut through the chaotic noise of the mall. "Oh my God, a spider bit me!" Paula instinctively shook her hand, but the spider flew off and landed on Oliver's foot. He couldn't escape either and was also pierced by the Black Widow's venomous fangs, making him hiss in pain. "Ouch, that hurts like hell!" Paula shouted loudly. I looked up and saw her hand turning black at a visible speed, with dark purple bruising spreading rapidly.

The surface was slick with some kind of ichor, and I nearly lost my grip. “Prisca, what are you doing?” Fatima shouted. “Ending this!” I yelled back. I climbed higher, my dagger in hand. The spider thrashed, trying to shake me off, but I held on, adrenaline fueling my every move. Finally, I reached its head. Its many eyes swiveled toward me, and for a moment, I froze. Then I plunged my dagger into its largest eye. The spider let out a deafening screech, its entire body convulsing. I was thrown to the ground, the impact knocking the wind out of me.

Call me paranoid. Call me what you will. But this place was freakish, and never more clearly than now as I pushed through a crowd gathered around a transparent tank in which an armless and horribly burn-scarred man wearing nothing but a Speedo sat among thousands of hairy spiders that crawled over his body like a shivering coat of fleece. The onlookers squealed as the object of their delight opened his mouth, inviting one of the hairy crawlers inside. When the spider accepted the invitation, their voices grew even shriller. When the man bit into it, they lost all semblance of belonging to a civilized species.

"You’re pretty bold for a student who looks weak. You’re even shouting at me." Then, Kendall turned her palm and saw there were many hairy objects. Lucia shuddered and took a deep breath. There was a huge spider on Kendall’s palm. The spider was 10 centimeters, was black and had red eyes. The spider looked venomous. Lucia came to her senses a few seconds later and turned to Kendall. "You… What are you doing?"

“That’s the last one,” Mane stated as he tossed a humanoid creature onto the ground. This creature was shaped like a human. It had arms and legs and even a face. However its arms were longer than the average human’s, and its fingers held sharp and pointy claws. The ugly beast was stockier than an average human but shorter. The creature was green with very thick skin, and had pointy ears. Its eyes were the same color as its skin, green, and its teeth that were exposed from its open mouth were sharp and pointy. This creature was called a Green Goblin.

Despite his calm visage the bulging veins within his arms and the taut muscle underneath my fingertips begs to differ, as I follow the sparse fine stream of hair that disappears into the fabric covering his hips. "Are you sure you don't need my help?" the man calmly asked while his piercing gaze continues trailing down my core. Ignoring his words my fingertips continues its ministry, until it stops atop his cloth. “Just stay still,” with languorous movement, my fingers parted the moist folds of my cave as I began playing with myself. My middle finger unhurriedly slips in between the flushed petals whilst soaking my digit with the obscene fluid that was freely gushing down the cave’s seams. T