Uncle Ben Spider-man Novels & Stories

"Aha! Thank you for the compliment, sir… By the way, what’s the name of your uncle who gave me the scholarship?" She asked, only to feel her heart race when Carl answered. "Seth Andrew, I call him Uncle SA, or Uncle SS short for Seth Santiago..." "S-Seth Santiago?" Izzy stammered, struggling to speak. Impossible, maybe it's just a coincidence that he shares the same name as that rude guy?

a deep, smooth voice said. I turned. And time stopped. He walked in like he owned the world and judging by the suit, the watch, and the air of calculated menace, maybe he did. He was tall, broad shouldered with dark raven hair and a razor-cut jaw and eyes that looked cold as ice He looked at me like I was dirt under his shoe. “Who…” I started. “This is Mr. Xavier Rodriguez,” Hartwell interrupted. “Your father’s best friend. His appointed heir and your legal guardian until you turn twenty-one.”

“You’re home now. You’re safe. That’s all that matters.” “Yeah, just stop with the real dangerous shit,” Carm counters. “I don’t care how much better you like the demon-fighting crap. Don’t go winding up like old Benny.” Our Uncle Benny he means. Da’s brother was a hell of a lot better man than he was, from what I heard. Studious, celibate, and a full, accomplished exorcist – died facing off against a Poltergeist just a few months before I came into this messed up world.

"Uncle Matt, yes, I will marry you." I lay on the hospital bed, phone pressed to my ear, my other hand limp at my side as my vacant eyes lingered on the bloodstained bandages around my wrist. How many times had I tried to end my life? I could no longer remember. All I knew was that whenever the waves of despair came crashing down, I felt no desire to keep on living. On the other end of the line, Matt Harlem corrected me, "Audrey, I am John's uncle, not yours. You should call me 'Matt.' Or, 'honey'."

Caleb on the other side collapsed in the chair behind him. “You bitch, you've put us in trouble, that's my uncle and he has a bad temper,” he said, having found his tongue after such a long time.

~ODETTE At first, my heart sank. I took in a shaky breath. Thoughts ran through my mind. The demon Uncle had finally revealed his true nature and I could lose my life if I made the wrong move. I released another shaky breath as I felt my wolf stir with a feeling I could not understand. Was it excitement? I pushed it aside and locked my eyes with his. His crimson eyes glowed even brighter as if he could see that I was daring him. Then I smiled.

Jeff scanned their faces. “Jeff.” Kevin made his way to his son’s side and viewed the lifeless bodies. “What have you done?” While his father spoke from what seemed like miles away, Jeff replayed Mr. Drake’s final word. He hadn’t understood at first but was now transported back to the teacher’s lecture: ‘Many spiders have spinnerets that aid in putting out silk for their webs.’ Everything came into focus like someone adjusted the ring on a pair of binoculars. He met his father’s eyes. “You should run.”

Then I see the Spider-Man costume—full mask, web-shooters, the works—and reality comes flooding back. "Jesus, Dax, what time is it?" I groan, squinting at the clock. 7:47 AM. Way too fucking early. "It's costume day AND parent's day!" He does a backflip off the bed—okay, more like a flop, but A for effort—and strikes a superhero pose. "Where's Uncle Luke?" "Probably in his room," I mutter, dragging myself out of bed like a zombie who's given up on life. "Go brush your teeth while I get him."

Then Carlos bent down slightly, his shoulders relaxing as he turned to the little one. “How are you doing, Arnold?” His voice softened, and a rare smile pulled up at his lips. I smiled as well and offered a small wave. “Hello, Aaron. Hi, Arnold.” Aaron’s sharp eyes flickered to me, his tone casual. “Spider,” he corrected smoothly. “That’s my nickname.” I frowned in confusion. “Excuse me?” He replied with a smirk. “Carlos introduced me to you in your villa earlier. He said I was that spider who scared Spike.”