Web Of Spider-verse: New Blood Novels & Stories

I stabbed over my head, dragging the blade with me towards its rear with a spill of silk. Its belly exploded in scurrying baby spiders, each the size of a housecat. The newly birthed young devoured their mother from the inside out, her screams shrill and lengthy. I ran up onto her fallen corpse, the hard shell of her carapace shattering under my heels, and leapt free, seizing upon a strand of thread that was suspended from a tree. The baby spiders surged up the trunk and I tied the thread around my waist so that I dangled over the massacre, as they pursued me.

The strands of webs struck the shields and fell to the ground, which seemed to decay and hiss with smoke upon contact with the webs as if they were made of acid. Wilbur gripped the historical halberd, charging into the crowd of black spiders. Just then, the black spiders outside began quickly crawling over. It was not long before the spiders had completely surrounded the two men. Wilbur waved the halberd and a powerful wave of thunderous spiritual energy flashed, sending the dozen or so spiders in front flying. The black spiders exploded into pieces mid-air, landing on the ground before they were quickly absorbed by the other spiders. They seemed oblivious to the fact that they had just lost

Standing by with her hands covering her chest, she reached out to grasp the leg that Spider Queen used to attack her and forcefully snapped it at once. The spider screamed in pain in an instant. It glared at the Dodge Tomahawk, its eight enraged compound eyes flashing with red light. It shrilled, and then its mouth moved, as if something was going to spurt out of it. Nicole saw the anomaly and quickly bounced backward. The next second, the position where she had just stood a second ago, was hit by the white slime-like substance that shot out of the spider's mouth. The ground was corroded and turned black in an instant.

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

The blood moon loomed in the night sky. It was an omen of misfortune, signifying a night destined for upheaval. Uriel Silverplume, one of the Alphas of the Silverplume pack, had died. After getting ambushed while hunting down a group of rebel wolves, Uriel sacrificed himself to save his younger twin brother, Carlin Silverplume. Slain by the wolfsbane-coated silver blades of the hunters, he was wiped from existence.

And a vision ripped through me. A kingdom of silver towers. A sky painted red. Blood Moon. Lyra stood on a cliff over an endless battlefield, the First Wolf beside her. You cannot carry it forever. Lyra smiled sadly. I know. Below them, thousands fought—monsters, wolves, humans, kings. The world burned. The First Wolf looked at the Blood Moon. The prison weakens. Lyra’s smile disappeared. Then we strengthen it. The vision shifted: a silver throne, ancient magic, a ritual, a sacrifice. And I understood. The prison holding the First Monsters wasn’t built from chains, stone, or magic. It was built from souls. The First Wolf. The First Queen. The Alpha Bond. All connected. All part of the same p

An emptiness that cannot be understood. Anger stirred in his heart, Yarsi growled muffledly and took another step, overcoming something elastic and viscous, unwilling to let go of his prey. A wave of chills swept through his body, the werewolf king already rushed forward with force, silver reflections flashed in his eyes, making visible the substance that held him - a web pulsing with suction energy. He again roared dully, his voice distorted, acquiring components of a different essence, a different reality that does not belong to this world. And immediately there was a lingering sound of something breaking into parts - for a moment connecting two realities together. The web recoiled sharply

And even if they did manage to teleport, where would teleportation bring them? “Xiyu, do you want to do this?” Dongyue asked as the platform now glittered a deep purple. A round and mystical hole existed on the platform. Hoko identified that this was where the blood should be poured down in the way of a sacrifice. “It’s worth a try. Maybe my blood is worthy. After all, it did unlock Muxue Yan’s bonds.”

She clenched around him, milking him, crying out his name as waves crashed over her again. Damien followed seconds later, thrusting deep one final time and spilling inside her with a guttural roar. Heat flooded her, pulse after pulse, sealing the ritual and something far more permanent. He collapsed over her, both of them trembling, sweat slicking their skin despite the cold. His tongue soothed the bite mark, lapping gently until the sting faded to a warm throb. The pack remained silent, awed or stunned or both. The high elder stepped forward. “The first claiming is complete. The vessel has received the seed. The true Luna may now be bound.”