Spooderman Novels & Stories

CLOUDS A 6’2ft man walks into the club with a couple of men behind him, they are all in suits, he brushes his wavy long brown hair with his hand as he walks toward the counter with a majestic charisma. He smiles at a few girls in the club showing his sparkling white teeth, he rubs his stubble beards that compliment his handsome face. He meets the bartender, “Hello” he pulls out a badge, “NYPD, I want to talk to your boss” he says. The bartender, Bryan, who is a vampire quickly spots the name on the badge before the man returns it to his pocket, “They aren’t in Detective Peace, they have been out of town for a while now” Bryan says as he looks at the taller man sternly.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

asked the bartender. “I abandoned a person in a port thinking I was helping him, and now I'm looking for him to... apologize,” she confessed, ordering another beer. “It's a big city. Do you have any idea where he might have gone?” “The Gold Star.” The bartender was surprised by the answer, thinking that it could be a joke. However, the seriousness of the young woman was such that he dismissed that thought. “A boy asked about that place last night, I thought it was a joke, but he insisted so much that—”

" A laptop on the bedside table cast a faint yellow glow. Beneath the blanket, a chubby young man stared intently at the screen, his expression grave and focused. A roll of tissues sat nearby, already half used. Just as he became fully absorbed, the wooden plank door burst open. Several burly men strode inside. At their head stood an elderly man with a long beard and an imposing presence. The instant he entered, he bellowed, "Thorgan, something's happened!" The young man under the blanket jolted in shock. Whatever he had been doing stopped at once, and his body went slack. In a panic, Thorgan Willowford snapped the laptop shut. The sound, however, continued to play from beneath the blanket,

“Because you’re stepping into something that will swallow you whole. This whole thing that you think you’re doing good for yourself, you are not. You are going to end up harming yourself more than you know.” Her brows drew together. “What are you talking about?” “There’s a man,” I said. “A wolf who goes by Lorenzo. At least, that was the last name I was given. He came to ‘help’ me once. Said he wanted to guide wolves like me, those pushed from their packs, those wrongfully named traitors.” I scoffed. “Turned out he was the real traitor.” Her breath hitched. “Lorenzo… D’Amaris?”

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

Yes, I will do just that! Dropping the spoon, along with my not-so alive bestie, I bow for the guy. “Good sir, my name is Lenox Vincent of the Vincent family. I am a noble man with a sophisticated taste for spoons. My favorite color is blood red, I highly enjoy showing everyone my weiner and my hobbies include setting shit on fire.” Finally, he drops the hat. I am facing an old man, who looks at me with so much adoration and wonder, it makes me feel like a pretty unicorn princess.

While his classmates reveled in the familiarity of their small-town lives, Damon yearned for something more—something beyond the confines of Crestwood's borders. Among his close-knit circle of friends were Jason, Cody, and Michael—companions who shared Damon's indifference to wealth and status. Jason, Damon's childhood confidant, infused their group with his infectious energy and penchant for mischief. Cody, the calm and level-headed member, provided a grounding presence with his wise counsel. Michael, the wild card, added an element of spontaneity to their dynamic, always eager for thrilling escapades.

he muttered before Matteo heard the beep sound of the phone, he pulled it away from his ear and looked at Stefano "This had better be worth it" he grumbled out to the man, and Stefano just smiled and clicked his teeth. "It sure is Teo" he muttered making Matteo to growl out, he was really beginning to hate that stupid Nickname. **** Spade sighed out as he got up, picking up his jacket, he turned off the laptop, closed the wine glass encasing and picked up his car keys, he walked out of the office, turning off the lights because he might not return tonight again.

I huffed, peering up at the glowing moon above. ‘What kind of sick joke is this, Moon Goddess? Really? Declan? I don’t mind not having a mate. I don’t need a man to complete me, much less the bastard who was the reason I lost everything in the first place.’ “Penny for your thoughts,” Spade asked, materializing beside me from the darkness of the forest behind the cabin, one of the many safe houses I owned. I didn’t hear him coming, but I sensed him before he made himself known.