Venomized Spider-gwen Novels & Stories

Gwen, the proud councilwoman from Shadowclaw, was bound to a chair, her face twisted in pain and defiance. From the shadows, a figure emerged—Vendetta, her dark eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. Gwen’s breath hitched, but her defiance didn’t waver. As Vendetta stepped closer, Gwen spat at her feet, her voice hoarse but filled with fire. “The Shadowclaw pack will come for you,” she growled. “For all of you.”

"You're away." She let go of the branch and fell unceremoniously towards the earth. Although unnecessary, Shane caught her in his arms. "Tell no one," she muttered, staring suspiciously at the web. "She doesn't really have pet spiders does she?" "Black widow," Banshee said, overhearing everything, "brown recluse, three species of tarantulas --"

Cory turned her attention to Mirrors while Titan was trying to cut Venom free. Hayden’s wolf snarled as it paced the room, agitated, looking for the old woman. He heard a high-pitched snicker as she reappeared, riding the vines as more of them shot through the window. The living room was becoming a maze of vines. The vines sprouted thorns just as Venom was released from their clutches. Venom gasped at the sight of the thorns. “Those thorns are poisonous! Don’t let them prick you!” Shouted Venom as he ducked under several thorny vines heading his way.

I tell him, holding his gaze. I refuse to be intimidated any longer. If this vampire wants to go against me, I know a really good sun spell that will knock his ass back a few paces. “That explains how you came to work for Beta Trevor, but not Beta Gwen,” Alpha Wyatt says. “Beta Gwen learned from her father. Her threats were just as valid as his.” I say. “Can’t you just undo your little spell?” Phiren, the elf, asks, just as condescendingly as Alpha Wyatt.

The words were a sob. Gorven’s expression did not change. He nodded to a guard by the door. The guard brought forward a small iron bowl. Inside it were coils of a thin, silver-grey vine that seemed to glow with its own faint light. My heart stopped. I knew what that was. Silver creeper. Rare. Deadly to touch. But they did not touch it. The guard placed the bowl on the brazier coals. “You will tell us the truth,” Gorven said, his voice devoid of mercy. “One way or another.”

Gwen grumbled, shoving the golden comb into the bottom drawer of her wardrobe, burying it under a pile of discarded odds and ends. Unbeknownst to Gwen, the golden comb began to emit a soft, shimmering glow amidst Hans's old junk—a glowing mark of an unfinished bond of ownership.

Which meant she still had to find her. Helia wiped the yellow ichor from her face with revulsion. Of all the beasts she was hired to slay, giant spiders were the nastiest. They were her most common hire though and people would pay handsomely to see them eradicated. With careful precision, she nocked another round of arrows in her crossbow as she walked amongst the web covered trees. She was listening for the distinct rattling scurry of any remaining spiders ready to pounce on her. And suddenly, she spotted the one she was searching for up against a thick tree covered in snowy white webs. She was huge with a body as fat as the biggest of record-breaking pumpkins and legs that could easily wra

Carving themselves into her skin and extremities, the creature curled into herself. Glaring at Allen she spat, “You lied to me!” The venom towards his betrayal of the initial promise that he would not harm her, it seemed to permeate the air long after she had been subdued by Chiri’s curse. Essentially stunned by the effects of the Blessing placed on the pistol, the spider-woman now lay paralyzed on the ground.

Becky mused. “They are called giant crab spiders. At school, we were taught they are distantly related to tarantulas, but they have no venom though their bite can hurt humans. They usually live underground and only emerge to hunt at night. It required a great disturbance to make them migrate—a disturbance like the monsoon.”

An agent dropped to one knee beside the broken glass, froze, then snapped his head upward. “Thallium,” he confirmed, voice grim. “Lab test will verify, but that’s the compound.” Bucking under the grip of those who pinned her, Gwen's shouts grew wild. Her body heaved, resistance sharp and raw. “You bitch!” she shrieked at me, eyes wild with unhinged hatred. “You should have stayed dead! You should have stayed dead!” That comment stung, sharp and sudden, yet I stood still. Worse things crawled out of my past - the time I faded in the east wing, unnoticed, while her grin widened and another dose slipped through her fingers.