The Spectacular Spider-man Novels & Stories

Spider said. I had just noticed he was being followed by a small team of hackers. "Spider, speak English." I opened the door to my office. It was a level above the other cubicles and work stations, but it was built in a way that I could watch over them from above with its large windows. "The blood sacrifices," Spider mentioned. "Yes, about that?" "It's unusual. The killing patterns don't check out. It's quite different from the rituals of the Court of Black Roses."

“Coffee for you, Mirrie?” “Uh, yes, please,” Mirrie said. “And then Spider? We need to talk to you.” Spider tilted his dark head. “Lemme guess… you need some time off, right? Doctor Shane’s taking you away for a nice vacation, and all I hope is that it’s someplace where you guys will be in bathing suits most of the time. Especially you.” His dark eyes ran over Mac’s large, muscular body teasingly. “I can’t wait to see the pictures.”

His flawless skin and delicate features are way too pretty for a man … in fact, it looks like they’ve been ripped straight from a K-pop stage. Then he glances up, and — holy hell — his eyes. Big, amber, and golden-bright, like a lion in human form. He could very easily pass as a K-pop demon. Tiny Saja. He does a double-take, swinging his head from one twin to the other, like a tennis umpire trying to call a very confusing match. Jackson comes to his senses first. “What spider?” This seems to bring Lee out of his daze. He finally wins the battle with his jeans and mutters, “In the bathroom. Big spider. Huge.” His hands are still trembling.

Spider emerged from the shadows behind him, twin daggers glinting in her fingers. “No sudden moves,” she said, smirking. “Unless you want your lungs pierced from both sides.” The man’s eyes darted wildly. “You don’t understand—she’ll skin me alive!” “Oh, sweetheart,” Widowmaker purred, cocking her gun, “we’ll do far worse.” They were within three feet when he bit down hard—something in his jaw cracked. Foam spilled from his lips. Spider surged forward, catching him before he dropped. “Shit!”

SWISSHHH. "Cruel monster, you want to kill someone in front of me? You are truly insolent! Fire spear technique, mountain explosion!" At that moment, a fire spear appeared above the middle-aged man's head and the fire spear shot quickly towards the spider queen. "Human! Sealing net!"

And it does stop, but only because the owner of the voice catches up to us. Emerging from the sewer, as big as Caramel, is a hairy black spider with the head of a woman.

He balanced himself on his toes and still had the watch in a countdown. He patted her head as she was on the floor shaking. “If you didn’t have too may drinks, this would have been slower” he said. “W-what are you talking about?” she asked softly. “Well poison that’s all” he patted her head again and then grabbed on and pulled her up, and put the timer in her face. “The venom of a Redback Spider causes all the symptoms you’re having now, and can kill a human under an hour. You ingested five to six doses and that could accelerate your death” he grinned.

Call me paranoid. Call me what you will. But this place was freakish, and never more clearly than now as I pushed through a crowd gathered around a transparent tank in which an armless and horribly burn-scarred man wearing nothing but a Speedo sat among thousands of hairy spiders that crawled over his body like a shivering coat of fleece. The onlookers squealed as the object of their delight opened his mouth, inviting one of the hairy crawlers inside. When the spider accepted the invitation, their voices grew even shriller. When the man bit into it, they lost all semblance of belonging to a civilized species.

This spider was a Goliath Birdeater, and it was looking directly at me. A scream that I have never screamed comes from the depths of my soul. I can feel the difference in the tone as it exits through my vocal cords. The second the sound radiates towards the spider, it moves. Instantly I step back away from it and fall into the coffee table and all the way through it onto the ground.

I don't know what to do anymore! Please somebody help! "Mommy!" I called again. I wandered my eyes around the house but Mom wasn't here. "Ma'am Entice isn't here. What's wrong?" I heard Manang Marites from behind. I whirled around to see her. "My baby is crying, Manang. Please help me. I don't know what to do." "Did you breastfeed him already?" "Yes, Manang."" "Let me," she said. I carefully transfered Uno into her arms. She danced while gently circling around, shushing Uno down. I was watching her in disbelief. She was so calm while I almost died in both fear and confusion.