Spiderman X Silk Novels & Stories

The atmosphere in Mr. Sterne's room is very tense. The sky outside the window was blackened, as if depressed by the rage inside the mansion. Lilyana, a model renowned for her beauty and charm, sat with her face downcast before her father, Mr. Sterne, the most successful and respected businessman in the New York. "Lilyana Aaralyn Sterne!" Lilyana closed her eyes as she heard Mr. Sterne's voice booming throughout the room, even more so when her father said her name in full. This time, she had really angered Mr. Sterne.

They were woven from a dark, dense kinetic fabric that felt like liquid iron, interlaced with microscopic threads of pure silver and a very faint, almost invisible trace of neon-pink hard-light silk. "The standard tape you wear tears too easily," Jack explained, picking up the heavy wraps. He looked up at Marcus, his pupils fluttering with a gentle, non-commanding trace of his Seduction Magic—a pure expression of his love. "Silas wove these specifically to conduct your silver mana. And... I had him weave a single thread of my pink light into them." Jack took Marcus's massive, heavily scarred left hand. Marcus's breath hitched, but he forced his muscles to completely relax, burying the agony

As Kirou made his way to the village, he looked over the description of the item he obtained earlier. Item Name: Demonic Spider Silk Item Type: Thread Description: A type of thread created by the Demonic Spider. It is smooth to the touch and pitch black in color but is very strong. Resistant to dark magic. When woven into armor, depending on the amount used, it grants its dark magic resistance to the armor. Due to recent discovery, this thread can also be woven into a wire-type weapon, capable of being used by a weapon master and makes a good conductor for energy.

"Alexander, if what you say is true, then I need proof. I need concrete evidence that you are who you claim to be. Show me that you're not just a powerful man with a hidden agenda." Alexander's eyes gleamed with renewed determination. "I understand your skepticism, Amelia. And I respect that you want evidence before making such a life-altering decision. I am ready to provide you with the proof you seek." He walked to his desk and retrieved a black velvet box, elegantly adorned with intricate gold trimmings. With a slow, deliberate movement, he opened the box, revealing a stack of legal documents. He handed them to Amelia, who scanned through the pages, her eyes widening with each revelation.

Silas pulls the other silk scarf from his shoulder wraps and ties it to the silk scarf between Xana’s wrists and then pulls up. Silas smirks as he lifts Xana’s arms above her head and uses the silk scarf that is now connected to her wrists to secure her to the bedpost. Once satisfied that she can’t move he extends his claws and slides his hands down her body shredding her clothes, at the same time pressing his lips to hers in a dominant kiss.

Dark energy surges toward him as she raises her hand. But he doesn’t move. When the blast hits him, it evaporates into nothing rather than knocking him down. The eyes of the siren enlarge. "What..." Xander raises his brows. He has golden eyes. Completely golden. There is no longer any darkness. He exudes power, but not in the same way as the siren. His own. He yells, "You have no power over me," With wild eyes, the siren staggers back. "No! That isn't feasible.

"Silas. It's your frequency. Your body. Not his. Not the siphon. Yours." Nothing. "He borrowed it," Xander said. "He built his network around it. But the siphon is gone. The anchor is gone. What he's touching right now is yours, and you can make it go where you tell it to." The floorboards vibrated. The amplifier hummed its low terrible note. The black in Silas's eyes shifted — not cleared, but moved, the way ink moved in water when something disturbed it. A ripple. Something underneath pressing back.

“You always were your mother’s daughter.” He pulled out a thin packet from his briefcase. A contract. “Sign this non-disclosure agreement. End things with Dominic quietly. And in return, I give you full control of Silken Group’s expansion in Asia. It’s a kingmaker deal. One signature.” Lana stared at the pen. Her hand trembled. Was power worth peace? Her phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at it Dominic calling. She didn’t answer. Malcolm’s voice dropped lower. “He will ruin you, Lana.”

The Spider Bone Demon, with a body as big as a round table, spread its eight legs and grew even more gigantic. Each leg was as sharp as a scythe. Poof! The white spider silk it spewed was almost like a high-pressure fire-extinguishing water gun. Zendaya initially intended to take the opportunity to kill the spider after imprisoning it. Still, the trap was instantly breached, and a large ball of spider silk spewed in, instantly hitting her body and trapping her on the ground.

They had already encountered several poisonous beasts during this period of time, and now they were targeted by three millstone-sized poisonous spiders. One of them had lost half of his arm. Once shot, the spider silk was scarier than spears. It could pierce boulders, and it was sticky and corrosive. This expert at the intermediate stage of the Gold Immortal Realm was grazed by the spider silk because he was conceited and relied on his talisman. The spider silk corroded his arm instantly and transformed it into a pool of blood. He directly severed his elbow. If it wasn't for his swift reaction, his entire body would have turned into a pool of blood.