Spiderman Into The Spider Verse Uncle Aaron Novels & Stories

Even Turner's shoulders tightened in what might have been embarrassment on my behalf. Well excuse me if I don’t know what to say in front of the demon that is Ares Mortivane! "A spider," Ares repeated slowly. "In a parking garage." "They're everywhere," I insisted, doubling down on the stupid lie. "Very dangerous. Could have been poisonous." "Fascinating." Ares took a step closer, and Turner immediately moved to block him. But Ares just looked at me over Turner's shoulder. "Though I have to wonder, little birdie, if you're more afraid of spiders or of me."

the Spider stated cryptically. "I'm not that cheap to buy," Asher retorted. "Hahahaha, really? You misunderstood. I'm not here to offer you something cheap at all. I'm here to provide a way to kill present King of Arodona. RODERICK," the Spider revealed with a sinister smile.

I watched my phone beep the next minute and when I looked at the number on the screen, it was Aaron’s. “Hello Ariel. It’s me, Aaron. I know you’re still mad about your hair and won’t come out of your room. Forgive me for that. I kinda need your help now.” For a second after reading the text, I dared to imagine he was being framed. I dared to imagine that my brother had not been in touch with the evil Alpha of a neighbor pack to kill our own parents. I dared to imagine it was all a setup and he was another pawn in Alpha Joharres’ games. I replied his text immediately.

The adrenaline slowly faded and left only the throbbing pain and the terrifying truth. It wasn't just Abram. The contract is higher. Who wanted him dead bad enough to hire the Spider? And worse... who would they send next?

Me: I got him. The reply comes instantly. Aaron: Took you long enough. Me: Do your job. Aaron: Done. It’s handled here. My eyes narrow. He handled Uncle? Me: How? A pause. Aaron: I have my ways, Alpha. I exhale through my nose. Of course he does. Me: Fine. Aaron: You want me there? Me: No. A beat. Aaron: …okay. I don’t reply. The screen dims in my hand as I lean back into the chair, my head resting against the wall, eyes closing—but not fully.

Heat crawls up my neck. Aaron releases my hand and turns to Ezra. "Hey, cutie. I'm Uncle Aaron, your father's brother." He holds out his pinky finger. Ezra wraps his tiny hand around it. "Uncle Aaron?" "That's right, little man." Aaron's gaze shifts to Ivy across the table. She stares back, her perfect makeup unable to hide the ice in her eyes. They hold the look for several seconds—a silent battle I don't understand. "Why did you decide to come back to New York all of a sudden?" Mr. Cross settles back into his chair, but his knuckles are white around his fork.

Then Carlos bent down slightly, his shoulders relaxing as he turned to the little one. “How are you doing, Arnold?” His voice softened, and a rare smile pulled up at his lips. I smiled as well and offered a small wave. “Hello, Aaron. Hi, Arnold.” Aaron’s sharp eyes flickered to me, his tone casual. “Spider,” he corrected smoothly. “That’s my nickname.” I frowned in confusion. “Excuse me?” He replied with a smirk. “Carlos introduced me to you in your villa earlier. He said I was that spider who scared Spike.”

I never ever imagine this. Jessica tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear and gave a shy smile. She had been expecting that kind of reaction from Blair. They found each other unexpectedly in middle of the street. And with their buttoned up coats, It looked like they had same outfits on. Anyone could mistake them as eachother from behind. "Hey, we are the Spider-Man meme." Jessica joked when she saw Blair. Blair had never expected her best friend and cousin being together but now that Jessica had admitted about her crush on Aaron in front of Blair, the idea did not seem that bad.

The impact jerked Aaron’s head aside, and for a second, absolute silence followed, broken only by the hum of camera shutters. "Why, Aaron?" Antony screamed, as tears of humiliation began to fall. "Why did you try to kill a woman? Why did you ally yourself with this monster to destroy your own niece?" Aaron recovered, wiping the blood budding at the corner of his mouth. The dread in his eyes hardened into pure, distilled hatred. He was no longer the affable uncle; he was the unmasked usurper.

A murderous expression settled on his face. I wondered who they were, frowning at the cars as they came to a stop next to Uncle Aaron's car. Uncle Aaron jumped out of his car, smoothing his hands over his tailored black suit. He confidently slipped a pair of sunglasses on his face before calmly taking in his surroundings. A small smile tugged the corners of my mouth. I hope I made him proud. To the right, the doors to the SUVs collectively opened. My blood ran cold when I saw Apollo, Ares, and Atlas jumping out of the vehicles.