Web Of Spider-verse: New Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

user"> *]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="request-WEB:327ee111-c2d1-42ac-bb13-61dcf5998ce9-1" data-testid="conversation-turn-2" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant"> The soul poison is in a state of fusion, but due to the special ability of the Dragon Hunter Spider, "Predator," it has successfully activated. There is a significant chance that a new talent will be formed through this fusion.

"I need it to talk." I slammed my hand down on the page, forcing my own magic into the ink. The symbols writhed, looking less like letters and more like crawling spiders. But for a split second, they froze. 'The Vessel burns hot. The fuel turns to ash. New blood must be sown before the moon reaches zenith.' "New blood," I whispered, the taste of blood filling my mouth. "He's running out of fuel. The humans he took before... they're empty. He needs a refill."

He asked her with a look of astonishment on his face. “Yes.” She replied. “I want you to sign it. I don’t trust you, Draven.” She told him and moved back. “And you think I will succumb to a mere human?” he asked her with a smile. “Let’s just say I don’t want to take any chances.” She simply said to him and gave a warm smile, a smile filled with deception and murderous intent. With an elongated finger, he dug into his palm and watched as blood seeped from it. Then he allowed the few drops of blood to fall on the paper, creating a beautiful red pattern, before his wound healed at a very fast pace.

In each spider’s belly, a burning coal glowed like a tiny, furious sun. “Back up!” Raven shouted. She flung her knife, but the spider smacked it away with a metal leg. One spider lunged at June and Leo. A little of June’s old fire sparked inside her. Not much, but enough. She didn’t throw a fireball—she just grabbed the spider’s copper leg as it landed. She pushed all her cold, empty feeling into the machine. The leg froze solid. The spider tipped over, its orange core flickering. “Dante! Break the core!” June yelled.

Silas looked down at his silver fingers, flexing them with a sound like a clock being wound. ​“I have corrected the flaws of the flesh, Winnie,” he replied, stepping forward. The spider-drones around him paused, their sensors turning toward us in unison. “I have spent years studying the failures of the Weavers. You think you are saving the world with your songs and your threads, but you are only delaying the inevitable. The Web is a fragile, decaying structure. It cannot be healed. It must be replaced.”

Suddenly, a giant shadow-spider leaped from Chapter 76, landing on Maya’s back. Maya shrieked as the cold, oily weight dragged her down. The spider started wrapping black threads around her neck. “Get off her!” Julian shouted. He attacked, but the giant Eye shot a red beam from the darkness. The light hit Julian, and he screamed as his spirit form began to tear. “Julian!” Maya choked. The black threads squeezed tighter. She felt her life slipping away. Her vision faded to gray. She looked at the iron key in her hand—it wasn’t hot anymore. It was cold and lifeless.

Maya whispered, her voice thick with exhaustion and a joy so profound it made my own heart ache. Cyprian, the boy, reached out a tiny hand and touched Nathaniel’s glasses. A small, perfect geometric shape—a silver cube—materialized in the air above his palm. Elara, the girl, let out a soft gurgle, and the violet light of the room seemed to bend toward her, forming a protective halo. "They're... they're beautiful," I said, tears streaming down my face. The peace lasted exactly ten seconds. The wall of the medical wing didn't just shake; it exploded. An Iron-Spider the size of a carriage burst through the obsidian, its brass legs whirring with lethal intent. Its primary eye—a glowing red senso

"The 'Cloud' didn't delete the Blood-Lords. It Merged them." She pointed to the sky. The violet moon was gone. In its place was a massive, black-ink Thirteen that was being rewritten into a Eighteen. "The Eighteenth Cycle: The Harvest of the Hive," Hope spoke, her eyes turning a solid, unmoving silver. "And I am the one who has been chosen to be the Queen-Bee." A swarm of millions of silver-and-black "Nanite-Wolves" began to descend from the sky, their eyes reflecting the Star-Child’s own silver gaze.

I watched helplessly as blood poured from her wound, and I didn’t need to go to her to know she was dead before her body hit the ground. “No!” She was needed to perform the spell to transfer the power and life essence back into Atlas. I was on to Remus within seconds. “What is that saying about a woman scorned?” My claws extended before I pushed them into his chest, ripping his heart out and crushing it into my hands, relishing in the way the life went out of his eyes. “Well, nevermind. You’re dead.” His body made a loud thump as it fell to the floor, but he would not be given a second thought.

Marcus’s wonder, Darius’s fierce protectiveness, Zane’s quiet reverence, Kael’s pure joy - it all washed over me in waves. *From that night on, everything changed. I wasn’t just the orphan they’d saved anymore. I wasn’t just the alpha’s adopted daughter. I was a true alpha female, powerful in my own right, and somehow, inexplicably, I was theirs in a way that transcended simple family bonds.* “Lyra,” Zane’s voice pulled me back to the present. “Look.” I focused on the ceremony just in time to see the first awakening of the night. Young Sarah Collins, the baker’s daughter, gasped as golden light blazed in her eyes. Her wolf was strong, confident, settling into her with obvious ease.