Uncle Ben Spiderman Novels & Stories

For sure, he must do something, but quite reasonably, every step that will be taken should be cautious lest one wrong move causes everything to tear into pieces. His head whipped back toward Rafael's office, his belly coiling with sudden fear and anger. This wasn't the way this was supposed to go down after what he went through. This isn't how things were supposed to go down; “I'm not supposed to get taken down again by Bernice.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed the number, shaking a little, before he took a deep breath to steel himself regarding what waited on the other end. "I won't let you do this, Uncle," he muttered, a dangerous light turning on in his eyes. "I won't let y

Even if my brothers and I were at the peak of our strength, we wouldn't have stood a chance against him, especially with five other werewolves backing him up. While grappling with Uncle Ben, we communicated through our mind link with Lucas, asking him to seek help in case we couldn't win. If we failed, the girls would be in need of rescue. Yet, I never dreamed we could stall Uncle Ben for so long. The Uncle Ben I knew, at his most aggressive, could have overwhelmed us within minutes.

“I thought you said that was all your toys? What spiderman are you talking about again?” “It's my spiderman, mommy. The one aunt Rebecca gave to me last summer. I need to find it”. He pleaded, his eyes filled with tears, sobs escaping his mouth. “But we don't have time. We need to go to Aunt Valerie's place now. What's so special about your spiderman anyways? I can get you another one at the mall on her way out, Scott. “No mom. I don't want another one. I want my spiderman. I want Carl back.”

This was the same chair where I had once sat on Soren’s lap, laughing until my stomach hurt while Caspian watched us with warm eyes and Julian read poetry aloud just to hear my voice. “Don’t fight it,” Julian murmured against my ear as he tied the ropes. “You’ll only ruin the good memories.” “You said I was your heart,” I sobbed, voice breaking. “You promised you’d always protect me, Julian.” His fingers yanked the final knot tight, the coarse rope biting deep into my wrists. Thin lines of blood trickled down my fingers. “My heart would never make me an accomplice to murder.” Caspian stepped forward, the worn black leather strap in his hand. His dragon tattoo seemed alive under the torchligh

I hadn't moved yet, but I already knew who was coming. Max shouted excitedly as he opened the door. "UNCLE BEN!" A tall figure in a slightly messy expensive suit, neatly combed dark brown hair, and his signature mischievous smile stood in the doorway with sunglasses draped over his shirt. Ben laughed loudly, then easily lifted Max into the air, spinning him around once before hugging him tightly. "Hey, boy, did you miss me?" Max laughed loudly, his arms wrapped around his uncle's neck. "Of course I did! You've been a long time coming!"

When we entered his house I saw him sitting in a wheelchair. “It’s been a long time since I’ve visited your father’s grave,” Uncle Ben said. Max and I sat on the couch while drinking some tea. "No problem Uncle, we should be the ones to visit you," I said. "How are your other siblings?" he asked. "They were at home, Flynn and I visited our father's grave," Maximus replied. Uncle Ben helped my father when he died, he held the company so it was in good hands, he didn’t know about our secret that we were cursed werewolves. All he knew was that we were hiding, and we were very grateful to him. Maximus and I were happy to visit him.

He immediately hugged his uncle Victor. "I missed you so much, Uncle Ben! How long has it been since we met?" Alpha Ethan said as he hugged Ben, the middle-aged man. "Alpha Ethan, I forget exactly how long, but it's been a few years since the news of Luna Clara's death," said Ben.

"Your father went through a lot. Your mother used to hate him so much I thought they would never get to this point. You and your brother are miracles who were able to melt away that hatred. I have witnessed how hard your father has fought to protect his family. He loves you, your mother, and your brother equally. Never doubt that!" "So you're saying I should give in, right?" I rotated my eyeballs. "You're just as annoying as Dad," I grumbled. Uncle Ben laughed. "You're showing more and more of your father's genes." He ruffled my hair. "I think I know. You need help carrying those suitcases, don't you?" He pointed to the four suitcases by the bed. I nodded. "All right. You can catch up with y

"Sofia. Daddy is here. Can you talk to your mom for me? Tell her not to do this. I do not want a divorce." Leonardo thought Sofia would soften. Sofia used to be the one who ran to Leonardo every time Leonardo came home, wrapping her arms around Leonardo's legs, calling "Daddy" over and over. But this time, Sofia just stepped half a pace behind me. Quietly, Sofia said, "Uncle Leonardo, you should go take care of your other kid. Do not bother me and my mom anymore." Leonardo went rigid. Leonardo's hand hung in the air. "Sofia, I am your daddy. Why are you calling me uncle?"

It was in moments like these that she reminded herself that he was her uncle and a part of her family. She wanted to ask him about the fleeting memory she had experienced when she was on the brink of death, her throat mercilessly slashed, but she decided to hold back for now. "You're family, Phoenix," Uncle Ben replied, his voice filled with affection. He rose from his seat, indicating that his visit was likely a quick check-up. Before leaving, he squeezed her shoulder gently, his touch conveying reassurance and support. Raven returned his warm smile, reflecting the genuine care he had shown her. As Uncle Ben left the room, she was left alone with her thoughts.