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→ Well readers, last night you were all just 5 power stones shy of getting a bonus chapter....(295/300)....
→ Well currently I am little confused. I want to scrap my Harry potter fanfic and make major changes in it. So should I?
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Nova's mind kicked into overdrive as he stared at the downed figure in the red-and-blue suit. The unmistakable black spider emblem stretched across his chest, the sharp design cutting through the dust like a brand of identity. The sheer familiarity of it sent a sharp jolt of realization through him.
This was Spider-Man.
But that made no damn sense.
Peter Parker—their Peter Parker—was right here, standing next to Michelle, wide-eyed and slack-jawed as he stared at masked person . There was no way this could be a trick.
This was real.
Which meant only one logical explanation.
A parallel universe. A different timeline. A Peter Parker that wasn't their.
The thought sent a shiver of excitement through him—excitement laced with a sharp edge of wariness. He had read many fanfics, but this was different, this was real. This was personal. This was one of his own. And if something had thrown another Peter Parker into their reality… then whatever did it had to be a serious fucking threat.
Before he could even finish processing that thought—
BOOM!
The entire ballroom shook as another explosion ripped through the opposite wall, the sheer force of it sending shockwaves across the floor. Screams erupted as people scrambled away from the crumbling debris, some falling to the ground while others clung to anything stable enough to hold their weight.
A new figure emerged through the dust.
And this one was not human.
Nova's eyes snapped to the intruder, and his entire body tensed as he took in the monstrous being before him.
The man—if he could even be called that—stood tall, towering over everyone at nearly seven feet. His physique was impossibly lean yet muscular, each sinew and fiber looking as though it had been sculpted from something far stronger than flesh. His pale, ashen-white skin was unnerving, stretched tightly over his form, his angular features chiseled into a regal yet predatory structure.
His hair, long and silver, flowed down his back like strands of liquid metal, the unnatural shimmer catching the dim light of the ruined ballroom. His eyes—God, his eyes—burned a deep, sickly red, the irises gleaming like molten embers within the abyss of his pupils. They weren't just looking at the room.
They were assessing.
Calculating.
Hunting.
He was clad in an elegant yet archaic ensemble—deep black robes laced with blood-red embroidery, the fabric shifting unnaturally as if it were alive. The high collar framed his face like a king surveying his kingdom, and the clawed fingers at his sides twitched, as though itching to grasp something.
Or someone.
Then he smiled.
A slow, deliberate, fang-filled smile and he turned to look at MJ and Gwen.
The kind of smile that belonged to a predator who had just cornered his prey.
Nova's mind was already moving a mile a minute, but one thing was clear—this wasn't just some random multiversal accident. This creature—no, this predator—was here for a reason. And judging by the way his glowing red eyes locked onto MJ and Gwen with disturbing intensity, Nova had a sinking feeling.
His jaw tightened. There was no time for debate. He turned sharply to Harry.
"Take the others and get the hell out of here." His voice was firm, brooking no argument.
Harry frowned, his instincts screaming against retreating. "What? No way—"
"Now, Harry." Nova's tone left no room for negotiation. "Take Liz, Betty, Ned, and Peter. Get out of here."
Peter, still reeling from the sight of his apparent doppelgänger groaning on the floor, finally snapped out of his daze. "Wait—who the hell is that guy? And why does he look like he wants to eat MJ and Gwen?"
Felicia, her sharp gaze flickering between the imposing figure and Nova, crossed her arms. "Yeah, I'd like an explanation too before we start running, thanks."
The towering intruder let out a slow, amused hum, his glowing red eyes practically drinking in their confusion. "Ah… so they do not know." His voice was rich, smooth, but tainted with something deeply unsettling. A voice that promised pain with every syllable.
Nova gritted his teeth, his stance shifting into something more defensive. " It doesn't matter whether they know or not, you aren't going to harm them."
The monster—because that's exactly what he was—tilted his head, silver hair gleaming under the shattered ballroom lights. "But ignorance is such a fragile thing, is it not?" His eyes flicked back to MJ and Gwen, a wicked smirk curling his lips. "They are special. Their fates have already been written. And I… I am merely here to collect."
Gwen tensed beside Nova, her fingers curling into fists. "Collect?" Her voice was low, wary. "What the hell does that mean?"
MJ's expression was unreadable, but Nova could see the way she subtly shifted her weight, preparing to fight if necessary. "And who even are you, Dracula? You talk a big game, but you still haven't told us why you're so interested in us."
The intruder chuckled, a deep, velvety sound that sent shivers down Nova's spine for all the wrong reasons. "I suppose it is only fitting that you know the name of the one who will drain your essence dry." He took a slow, measured step forward.
"I am Morlun."
Nova frowned. The comics? Movies doesn't have this villains, so most likely comics. Is he from the comics where some type of vampires kill spider man or women? If he was here, that meant one thing—
MJ and Gwen are his targets. Afterall in this universe instead of Peter, these two became spider themed hero.
Nova's eyes burned with frustration as he turned to the others. There was no time for explanations—this situation was one of the worst possible enemies they could face, and the longer they hesitated, the greater the danger. He doesn't have any experience in this hero work. Outwardly he is calm but inside he is panicking and somewhat excited for some real action.
"I said GO!" Nova turned half and order.
Harry clenched his jaw, clearly torn, but he knew better than to argue when Nova was this serious. "Damn it—fine!" He grabbed Liz by the wrist, pulling her along.
Felicia hesitated, her catlike instincts warring against retreating, but she eventually spun on her heel, following the others.
Peter hesitated the longest, his fists clenched. "You better not let anything happen to them." His voice was low but filled with trust.
Nova gave him a sharp nod. "I won't."
That was enough. Peter turned and bolted, guiding the others through the broken ballroom pulling Michelle, Ned and Betty.
Now, only four remained.
Nova.
MJ.
Gwen.
And the other Peter Parker, Spider-Man groaned as he pushed himself off the cracked floor, shaking his head to clear the lingering dizziness. His entire body ached from being thrown across the room, but he didn't have time to worry about that.
His masked eyes locked onto Morlun, who stood at the center of the destruction, exuding an aura of eerie patience. Even now, he wasn't rushing—he was savoring the moment, like a predator toying with its prey.
Spider-Man barely spared a glance at the three strangers still standing in the ruined ballroom—one guy and two young women who looked far too involved in this mess and somewhat familiar women. But his focus was on the real threat.
"Okay," he muttered, rolling his shoulders. "Guess I didn't lose him after all."
Nova's sharp gaze snapped to him. "You were chasing him?"
"Yeah, and it really sucks that he got here first." Spider-Man exhaled, his hands clenching into fists. "Listen, I don't know who you are, but trust me when I say this guy? Really bad news."
Nova narrowed his eyes. He didn't trust easily, especially not when people dropped in from another universe without warning. "Who are you?"
Spider-Man tilted his head. "You don't—wait, you seriously don't know me?"
Nova folded his arms. "Should I?"
Spider-Man hesitated for a split second before sighing. "Right. Multiverse. Of course. Great, just great." He shook his head. "Name's Spider-Man. And that guy over there?" He jabbed a thumb at Morlun. "He's a very persistent nightmare who likes to suck the life out of people like me."
MJ and Gwen stiffened. Nova caught the slight tremor in their posture.
Morlun smiled, his deep red eyes gleaming. "Not just people like you, Peter Parker. These two as well." He gestured toward MJ and Gwen, his voice smooth, deliberate. "Their threads are interwoven with yours. They are part of the Web."
MJ and Gwen's eyes widened, Peter?!
Despite their disbelief they didn't speak .
Nova's expression darkened. "Explain. Now."
Spider-Man took a step forward, his body tense. "Short version? This guy is part of a family called the Inheritors. They hunt Spider-People across dimensions, feeding on their energy. And when they find someone important to the Web—like, say, a Spider-Man's loved ones—" His voice dropped slightly. "They don't usually survive."
Nova didn't like the sound of that. At all.
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