Web Of Spider-verse: New Blood Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Jon looked at the painting and was immediately transfixed by the glowing eyes of a dark creature that appeared to be coming out of an abyss. The red eyes seemed to glow even brighter the more Jon looked at them and he felt paralyzed under the creature's hypnotic stare. He felt as if he were floating and being led through a tunnel of concentric circles of smoky grays and coal black, down a spiraling path into what chasm the creature seemed to have come from. Jon felt himself falling into that unknown world which seemed devoid of light and color as screams of agony filled his ears.

Vicky now had spider limbs sprouting in her back and part of her face was cracked revealing the face of Annie's father that has multiple eyes dotting around his forehead. Phil ran and took the hallway to his right, moments later he heard a bang as Vicky crashed before turning due to her speed. "I'm GeTtInG TiReD oF TaG!!" The face of Annie's father opened its mouth revealing the fangs of a spider; it screeched and shot a web heading towards Phil quickly. Phil narrowly dodged almost getting hit by the web; he glanced and saw a statue slowly melted as it got hit by the web.

The Spire was now a living, breathing organism, and it was protecting its Queen. I stood at the edge of the balcony, looking down at a Lagos that was no longer grey. It was a sea of glowing green. The Spires were draped in vines, the streets were replaced by mossy canyons, and the "Void-Army" was being hunted by creatures made of wood and mercury. "Dante," I whispered. The frequency traveled through the roots, through the soil, straight to the shack in the slums. THE REUNION

Every option seemed like stepping deeper into a trap. “I don’t want to be a pawn,” she said quietly. “I want to fight.” Matteo studied her, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “You’re braver than I thought,” he admitted. “But this isn’t a game. It’s war.” The tension between them thickened, but beneath it was an unspoken alliance, fragile but real. As the day wore on, plans shifted and alliances blurred. Isabella could feel the fractures forming — not just in the Moretti family, but within herself.

**"You're the key. The scar opens the door. But *she* holds the knife." --- **The Blood Horizon** The fracture widens. A ship descends-not Architect metal, but something older, its hull etched with sigils that bleed. It radiates malice, its shadow warping the land into grotesque parodies: trees with human faces, rivers of molten glass, skies that rain teeth. The true gods have arrived. They call themselves **the Primal Verse**, and they don't speak. They *unmake*. A city vanishes under their gaze, reduced to a scream etched in the air. The fracture pulses, and Nessa emerges, her roots fused with the ship's tendrils.

As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS. Curious at the last word, Layla stopped on the page and read on. 'Vampires have the ability to appear and vanish at their own will right before your eyes.' Something dropped in Layla's stomach as she thought about Atreus and the strange vision she'd had of him the night before last. He had done just that, he disappeared without a trace as if he were never there at all. Her throat went dry as she thought about all of the strange moments that she'd had with Atreus since she'd met him.

She knows I want control of my body, but I gave myself to her and her ways. The troops approach the Ghost and the spider horde. The Lady Luna raises her hands and I feel every inch of her control extending through my pores. The higher her arms raise, the brighter the sky becomes. She directs a beam of light onto the spider horde. They scatter and divide. The great green dragon burns the spiders to the left side of the battle field. As the werewolf warriors attack the right side. They eat them and kill them quickly. The fight with the horde soon ends with the voice of Elder Magic releasing from the goddess's lips. She freezes them all to death with ice and shatters their memories to dust.