Spiderman Noir Novels & Stories

- It's very suspicious, but what guarantees it's not just a thief? The man shows a new set of images, this time of the entrance to Christopher's condominium, which shows the same man doing exactly the same thing. - Yes, it's very suspicious. It is certainly linked to Saphira's abduction. Can we see his face in any of the images? - Yes. – he says, showing a photo taken from the film. - The quality is terrible. It could be anyone. - White, blond hair, no beard, tall... yes, these are common characteristics, but not that. - he says, showing an enlarged photo of the man's neck, where a tattoo of a spider web is visible.

she responded. “I understand Diane,” I responded as I tried to walk away. She suddenly held my hand and pulled me back,“ you don't understand Kiara, I'm pretty sure that lady already suspects you are a spy, so every of your footsteps must be calculated and every single thing you do must be perfect, you cannot let your emotions show in front of her, she is a Darkwood knife, and she won't hesitate to cut you,” she said as she stares intensely into my eyes. Okay, how dangerous is this Nora for Diane to warn me about her so intensely, well, I guess I will soon find out huh.

Then you'll get every fucking information. "And you think I would fall for that cheap trick of yours?" I snapped and he smiled, staring right into my eyes. "The ball's in your court." Enzo hissed and I nodded. I grabbed the briefcase and took a step back until I was standing beside Mason and Spider. I stared at Spider. "Did you get your hands on his phone?" "I couldn't hack into it. I tried twice, I wouldn't be able to see anything on it unless he gives away the password," Spider said and I stared back at the bastard. He had his head resting on the chair with his eyes shut tight.

Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground.

"There's someone… Victor. Victor Hale. He handles wet work. Quiet jobs. Word is he's been flashing cash lately." That name was enough. Spider didn't waste time. By nightfall, he stood outside a cramped apartment building in a forgotten corner of the city. The building smelled of rust, sweat, and desperation. The lights flickered weakly in the corridor as he climbed the stairs, his steps silent despite the persistent ache in his body. Victor never heard him coming. The door yielded to Spider's lockpicks within seconds. Inside, Victor was eating dinner, his back to the entrance, completely unaware.

The other day, when she was dancing with the man in the auction, he told her that American mafia families are feeling threatened by Egon's expansion and are planning to clip his wings. She knew that if Spider went to America, then mafia families would get alerted, and there were only a few chances that he would come back alive. Chances were low, but she tried it, and her dart hit the board. Spider is killed by the American mafia, but she doesn't know which family has killed him. Her predictions and decisions hardly go wrong; people fear her because she is dangerous even when she doesn't have power, and she proved why they are right. Why would anyone who is in their right mind mess with her?

she asked hopefully. Spider grinned, his dark eyes dancing in the morning summer sun. His face was almost completely covered with a tattoo of a black spider web, and the rest of his slim frame was inked with spiders of all shapes and sizes. Despite the intimidating exterior, the man was a mushy marshmallow inside, and Mirrie knew it. “Breakfast?” he teased her. “You know it.” He shook his dark head. “Yeah, sure, grab a few. You need a coffee?” “Many,” Mirrie responded, her mouth already full of cookie. “Many, oh-so-many coffees.”

“I’m undoubtedly doing just that, cowboy.” They walked into The Web, and spotted Liam ‘Spider’ Valance right away. They’d never met the man before, but that hardly mattered in identifying him, of course. The spider web tattooed across his face, the spiders tattooed around his neck – they were visible at two hundred paces, and no way anybody else in the whole of Denver had these distinctive tattoos. Hell, possibly nobody else in the whole state had them. “Ready?” Tex muttered to Honey. “You want me to do the talking?”

It was cold and lifeless. I can’t do it, she thought. I’m just a character made of ink. Then something moved in her pocket. It wasn’t the key. She reached into her other pocket and pulled out the dried lemon flower. Small and crumpled, it looked worthless. But when the shadow-spider’s thread touched it, the flower transformed into a sharp golden needle. Maya rammed the needle into the spider’s eye. The creature collapsed into a puddle of black ink. Gasping, Maya searched for Julian. He was tumbling away, just a flickering spark in the dark.

His mother, May, shot him sympathetic glances but stayed quiet. Halfway through the main course, Marvel excused himself. “One moment, gentlemen. Business never sleeps.” He stepped outside for a quick call. When he returned minutes later, he wasn’t alone. Walking beside him was Peter Noir, Elias’s father, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, exuding the calm confidence of someone used to high-stakes rooms. Marvel clapped Peter on the shoulder with forced warmth. “Everyone, allow me to introduce Peter Noir. One of my top investors—sharp mind, excellent returns. We’ve been working together on several key projects.”