Spiderman Noir Novels & Stories

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Jade whispered. The team moved through the junction with a speed and silence that was almost supernatural. They were halfway through when a rusted pipe suddenly groaned under the pressure of the city’s shifting power grid. One of the spiders twitched, its optical sensor flashing a warning red. Nico didn't hesitate. He launched a high-impact, non-lethal projectile that shattered the spider’s sensor before it could alert the network. The team didn't wait to see the results; they dove into the next tunnel, their hearts pounding in the heavy silence.

I could see the lower part of his face because of the light coming from the window. I guess I'm not alone stranded here. While Dante is still not answering his phone, I gaze back at the man. “Hi! Do you have any contacts at the securities here? I don't have–” Cold, spider-like fingers raced down my spine when a sinister smirk appeared on his lips.

It was unlike anything I'd ever seen. And I knew exactly who it was, standing over the poor man. Noir. His back was to me, broad shoulders tense as he looked down at the shivering man whose whimpers and screams seemed to have choked him up. Noir was wearing a sky blue T-shirt with the symbol of a scorpion on it. His back rose and fell steadily, according to his breaths. His hair was let down; black strands fell carelessly just above his shoulders. Calm. Too calm.

I say with finality and finally push him away from me, moving around the island. “Oh, come on. It’s not like we haven’t done this before when we were both single. I’m horny, and you’re good and oh, so fucking hot. I really wanna see how low that damn tattoo goes. Please, one last time?” He whines and stomps his foot like a child. I raise an amused brow. “Really? This is how the Don of La Cosa Nostra is supposed to act?” I gesture with my hand, trying not to laugh.

His voice was colder than she’d ever heard it. “This isn’t a warning,” he said. “It’s a declaration.” Ashley wrapped her arms around herself, wishing she could shrink into nothing. The sight of Spider—his body brutalized, displayed like some kind of trophy, burned into her mind. She’d thought the chase on the highway was terrifying, but this… this was worse. This was cruel. Nolan turned toward Jax. “Get him down.” Jax’s face twisted, like he wanted to tear the world apart with his bare hands. But he moved forward, ripping the knives out one by one, catching Spider’s body as it fell. He lowered him carefully, like the brutality hadn’t broken the respect.

Callum tried to be precise and accurate this time. For the fucking 5th time. And he couldn’t catch a hamster. Seriously. With the power he now had being a vampire and a wolf. Jeez. He took his mark. And focused. He blocked everything in his mind. The buzz from the pack. The encouragement from Dad, even when he wasn’t Swift. He could hear them. He blocked all teases from Max and the Betas in the pack. He zoomed out everything except for the little white creature who was grazing and nibbling on the grass.

Noah was vicious, killed without remorse and if seeing him meant anything, he was about to meet his end. “Tell me peter, why did my warehouse suddenly get raided by the Alpha King? Last I checked you were the only one involved in that….” “Noah I can explain… the alpha king…” Hudson walked out, lunging straight at peter and he sank his claw into his chest. Peter dropped to the ground; eyes wide as he stared at the dead before him. Noah didn’t move, his claws drawn as he stared at the man who had just taken his kill. Hudson stood to his feet, his finger pressed against his lip as he pushed Peter's shirt aside, showing Noah the hidden microphone that was on his shirt.

“Too late.Whats good for the goose also apploes to the gander” And then we walked down together. The cameras flashed. The music swelled. Every mafia family worth a damn had shown up — which was a problem, because I recognized all the devils. Including him. Nico Salvador. Old serpent in a five-thousand-dollar suit. Standing too close to the stage, smiling like he wasn’t planning something wicked. Nero’s fingers flexed on my waist and drank up the rest of his cocktail at a go.His face set in a murderous expression

None of it was about him, after all; none of it was going to change his life. But it could change Leeza’s life, maybe give her some semblance of peace. It could change the lives of the thousands of the Worthingtons’ victims. And if he did it right, it could change Claire and Wilbur’s lives. For the worse. Refocused now, Griff glanced at the spider tattoo guy again, and was startled when he saw that the man was over at Claire’s table, just chatting away amiably. A bit stunned that an uptown girl like Claire would have anything to say to Spiderman – even considering that she was in hiding and almost two thousand miles from Park Avenue – Griff settled himself in his chair and observed them.