Spiderman X Venom Novels & Stories

A massive, mutated spider the size of a dinner plate had dropped from the ceiling onto Valen’s shoulder. I couldn't swing. I was too far away. "No!" I yelled. Valen didn't scream. He looked at the spider. The spider raised its fangs, dripping with black venom. Valen’s eyes flared gold. He didn't pull. He pushed. He opened his mouth and bit the air in front of him. CRUNCH. A sound like a thunderclap inside a jar. The spider didn't explode. It imploded. It crumpled inward, as if a giant invisible hand had crushed it into a singularity. Then, a stream of blue light shot from the crushed carcass into Valen’s mouth.

"You… What are you doing?" "What am I doing?" Kendall smirked. "Aren’t you bold and brave? I’ll give you a taste of the Dark Sky Spider. This is a special venomous creature reared by the Five Poison Sect. Once bitten by it, your entire body will turn numb and your skin will start to rot. By then you wouldn’t know whether you’re still alive or dead. Why don’t you try it?"

"That was never outsourced." From the shaded top of the steps, Leander is watching both of us with his arms crossed and the particular expression of a man who has decided that commentary is more interesting than assistance. "Seraphicent," he calls down pleasantly. "You are thirty years old," I call back, still climbing, "and you are still calling your sister a villain name." "A very accurate villain name." "Bring up the spiders and I will name you specifically in my first interview as a married woman." He grins. "You cannot call arachnophobia irrational and expect —"

Hacker said, turning his laptop so his Alpha could see the address. "I have something to take care of," Venom muttered before leaving Marco, Hacker, and Virus staring at his back, wondering what had just happened. 651.662.2035 *** Venom stood in front of the house, his breathing heavy as memories of the past washed over him. Sixteen years ago, he had trusted a cop to help bring his family’s murderers to justice. He had made a video, planning to use it as proof. That day, this cop had seemed like a trusted ally. He handed the man his phone trusting him. The policeman promised to show the evidence to his superior and asked young Xavier to come back the next day.

Xander stared at her in confusion. “What happened?” Xander croaked. His throat hurt from dryness. Before Kimorra could answer, the doctors asked her to step aside. Xander watched with confusion as they examined him. “What happened?” he asked again. His hazy mind couldn’t provide details of what happened to him or why the doctors were hovering around him and asking stupid questions. “You were stung by poisonous spiders, your highness. It’s a miracle that you are alive,” one of the doctors finally replied. The fog in his mind cleared and he remembered screaming as the little creatures stung him.

Asher questioned, trying to understand the Spider's motives. The Spider's smile grew wider, revealing a glint of darkness in his eyes. "Let's just say, I have my reasons. And you have yours. But one is similar we both want the King dead Together, we can achieve what we both desire. You have the power of shape shifting and intelligence," Asher hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the vial of poison. The weight of his decision bore down on him, but a resolute determination filled his eyes. He took the vial from the Spider's outstretched hand, feeling the cool glass against his skin.

"This is an analysis report concerning a fatal incident involving the Vespa Mandarinia… victims identified as George and Catherine Sanders…" The color drained from Vince's face in an instant. He lunged forward, snatching the report from the man's trembling hands. His eyes widened as he scanned the pages, the red veins in his eyes flaring like cracks in glass about to shatter. His knuckles whitened as his grip tightened, the paper crumpling under his shaking fingers. And then, it came—a scream so raw it seemed to tear the air apart. "Nooo!!!"

“But it must be done precisely. No explosions. No storms. Surgical. Silent. So when they fall… they never rise again.” Petrov nodded. “That means planting a mole inside. Deep.” Bain’s brow furrowed. “Who?” Petrov’s mouth twitched in the ghost of a cold smile. “I have someone. Assassin. Name is Spider. She’s one of my most lethal assets. Silent. Deadly. Invisible. She weaves webs they never see until they’re already trapped.” Viktor chimed in: “Pair her with the Widowmaker. Widow’s already embedded connections from Caracas to Lagos. Together, they can find Valeria’s father’s strongholds. Maps. Contacts. Supply routes. Everything.”

Lila jumped out and raced after him but he was too fast. Fortunately, they got to an end path where it was blocked and the stranger grinned. "F*ck!" He cussed as he covered his face with his hoodie. "Who are you, show yourself!" Lila demanded as she breath heavily due to her pace. "You got me!" The stranger muttered as he turned back making Lila brows furrowed. The voice is familiar. The stranger removed the hoodie from his face revealing.... Venom!!! ★ GODFATHER ALEJANDRO'S SUITE*

“When the spider venom is extracted and administered by person A to person B, then person B begins to feel connected to person A.” I raise another finger, “Two, your heart skips and you’re overcome with joy just by being near them. After being bitten, you will be unable to hurt the spider but with a human, you’d want what’s best for them. The happiness you feel is a side effect of a part of the venom.” I raise another finger as I feel my eyes begin to tear up. “Heart pounding, wanting to be near them, wanting to do whatever they say to help them…” The first tear falls. “Should I go on?”