Spiderman X Silver Sable Novels & Stories

“Your assistant is not available, you asked him to monitor your wife-to-be, and you are alone at work now. Do you really not need me? It's free labor.” “For the hundredth time, Carmen is not my wife; she is just a business partner and a friend. Don't go around talking nonsense.” “I would consider that?” Silver smirked, closing his eyes. “I need to sort out my powers.” “What happened to you?” I frowned, now actually detecting a bloody scent from him. “Don't tell me you got defeated by some people? Who was able to deal so much damage to you?” My hands were shaking, but I controlled it and cleared my throat. If whoever or whatever did that to Silver was not on my side, then that meant I was in

Shadow asked, tightening her grip on her katana. “Is that what you ask a friend whom you meet after decades? Ah…I’m so hurt” Spider feigned a brittle voice, putting her hand on her heart. “I’m assigned with the safe delivery of the arms to the Davies. And of course, I miss you.” This crazy woman never fails to amuse me with her dramatic dialogue. Shadow rolled her eyes. “I’m so disappointed in you, darling,” Spider said, standing on the roof. “You took too long to come here.” Her voice was contoured with disappointment. Though she pouted, her mask covered it up. “I even had to send you a text message.”

Opening my eyes, I saw the hues of the shield surrounding me and spread out my hands to spread out the shield to cover the entire room. I smile in excitement as I see how surprised my mate was looking at the shield. He moves forward to the edge and places his hands on it. I’m sure it did not surprise him because this was the first time he saw a shield that was summoned, as Princess Alexa would have summoned hers in his presence before now, but because my shield differed from his sister’s own. I’m also quite surprised but excited by the appearance of my shield. Instead of the bright rays of light, Princess Alexa’s shield appeared as mine gave out a golden ray of light that glows and dims ever

I hissed back, watching the man’s pitch-black eyes narrow angrily at me. “Is that a threat? Michael Gotham?” Wolverine Silver whispered so quietly that I almost wasn't sure he had spoken. Icy shards of glass slithered down my back to freeze over at the base of my spine. Of all the wolves at the table, it was Wolverine Silver I was most worried about. He had gotten his name because he was somehow immune to silver. Wolverine was a shredded beast on the battle field who could withstand silver attacks even better than us Alphas. We needed him on our side.

The battle is won, but looking at the silver scars covering my side, I know the war has just begun. "Your Highness!" A guard approaches. "We found something in Margaret's car. Documents. Plans." Byrde takes the papers, his face paling as he reads. "This isn't over. Marcus and Margaret were working for someone else. Someone called 'The Collector.'" "The Collector?" I repeat. "According to this, he collects rare wolves. Wolves with special abilities." He looks at me, fear in his eyes. "And Margaret sent him information about you. About a silver wolf who survived concentrated wolfsbane."

He looked frozen in place. “Peekaboo,” Silver said. Vlad's eyes widened. Silver attacked even before the other man could twitch in reaction. He released hundreds of spinning compressed blades of water at Vlad, reducing him to minced meat that splattered to the ground. Silver didn’t hear Vlad scream.

“It burns.” The echo answered. Silver light streamed from the baby straight to him thin threads of moonlight that wrapped around the dark veins. The black lines shrank hissed and faded until only clean skin remained. The fighter gasped looked at his hands then at me. Another wolf from Harlan’s line a woman named Sable cried out. “Me too. It is pulling the shadow out.”

It was chaos incarnate, yet I moved with practiced precision, my pistol raised and ready. Spider emerged from the haze like a nightmare given form, his wiry frame gliding through the devastation with an effortless, predatory grace. Blood streaked his tactical gear, some splattered across his cheek, though he didn’t seem to notice—or care. His dark eyes gleamed with something sharp, feral, and unnervingly focused. “Well, well,” he drawled, spinning a blade lazily between his fingers as if he had all the time in the world. “If it isn’t Agent Grey. Took you long enough to join the fun.”

“They’ve been quiet for months.” “Not anymore.” “Who?” “No name—just’ The Spider.’ Only he calls himself that.” Xander pressed a finger to my lips. “You’re safe. Decided. You're mine.” I looked at him—hard, fierce. “Don’t make me question everything,” I growled. He drew me close. “I won’t. But someone inside helped him. He got past every guard. Even your personal sentinel.” A slow burn of fury churned. “They’ll pay.”

Oh, who am I kidding, he usually does get his way. I look down and see Cayden’s gorgeous blue eyes looking up at me. My eyes are also blue, but while mine are the blue of a robin’s egg, his are the blue of a perfect quality sapphire. A satisfied smile starts to make its way across his handsome face. “And just what is my pretty little Beta smiling about?” He asks when he catches my own smirk, his finger continuing to push inside me. “Oh, just thinking how lucky I am to be mated to a sexy Beta who can’t seem to get enough of me.” I say, smiling down at him.