Albino Spider Novels & Stories

"Those webs belong to a long line of predator Tani native to the Jade Province." Marek turns to me, fear washing over him as he grabs my forearm. "We need to get out of here." "Wait...If it really is a Shadow Spider, we need to be careful," I warn, knowing that as I look around I’m not going to see it. This Tani is especially elusive, despite its size. "Their webs might look like nothing more than shadows, but they will wrap themselves around you, until she comes and finishes you off herself."

Spider demanded as he tried to move away. “Christina.” Pagan said she scurried up his arm to settle under his hair on his shoulder. “She’s a purple knee tarantula and a social anxiety spider.” Shiloh smiled as she went back and took the other spider out of the box. Without asking, she took the lid off a water bottle and filled the lid. Setting it right in front of the brown and orange spider, he stuck his face in and began to drink. “He’s dehydrated and probably needs to eat.” She stroked the body, causing little hairs to come out. “He’s a Mexican red knee, and I would say, young adult.”

”This was really a mess“ A weird presence came hitting me with it's gaze. Is it something behind me? Slightly chuckling, I know that it isn't something great. And as soon as my gaze land on where that creature is, the horror of his body forming as he makes his body from a melted state… Isn't he a weird monster? A body that was white, a body of a child if I may say. His eyes was the complete opposite of his skin. Somehow.. He do give a vibes of a zombie— no, he is indeed a zombie. I just remembered it… he is the albino zombie… right? This is bad… this is bad… it was an enemy that I hated to face. He is a troublesome opponent! Why is he even here?! Making a step back, I bump into a hand of a p

I turned and stifled a shriek when I saw a fat spider swinging on its web. I didn’t think about the likelihood of spiders. “Yuck!” I said as I backed away from the quarter-sized arachnid and rubbed my hair to make sure there weren’t any other eight-legged creatures crawling in my hair. Looking around to see how large the spider population was in the tunnels, I was relieved that the webs hanging everywhere near the ceiling were mostly old and empty. The only places where live spiders hung around were near the overhead lights. Single caged bulbs that looked as if they had been installed recently were spaced about thirty feet apart. The wires to each socket were hidden by metal conduit that ran

Kendra added teasing Collen and Evelyn whom of course instantly picked up on Kendra knowing the truth. "Indeed I believe you are right. Kind of cute in it's own right as well." Evelyn added. "No! All spiders must die!" Daphne announced completely in the zone. She was so into her spider hunt she was not even picking up the two legged spider comment or the undertone. "Two legged spider? Perhaps a mutation or an undiscovered species." Hummed the still innocent Alison. "Too bad... It has to die!" Alison added, to innocent to pick up on the undertone.

She begins stating random words that they are speaking when I look up to the top screen. The screen was simple enough, just empty streets and darkness. What was above the screen, chilling like it just got home from a hard day’s work, was a spider. Not just a little spider either that would startle me. This spider was a Goliath Birdeater, and it was looking directly at me.

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

Or both. She flipped a switch, and suddenly all the cages lit up. I could see the spiders for what they were: black and yellow garden spiders, the kinds that had spun webs in the bushes of my family’s Charlotte, North Carolina home. A couple of them skittered along their webs as the lights startled them. I shuddered as though I had felt their legs brushing my own skin. With the lights on, I realized Miranda wasn’t alone. Armin and another man dressed all in black were behind her.

But new spiders were already running along the bridge, quickly sorting through their shaggy paws. Aznar, listening out of the corner of his ear to the words of his people, bent down with lightning speed, passing over his head a blow of a shaggy paw topped with a massive claw. The red scythe hit him on the back, and his legs had already thrown the light body forward, under the unprotected belly of the spider: the shell here was very thin, soft and covered with a rare fluff. The spear pierced the carcass through and through, and an inhuman whistling scream hit the ears. Aznar leaned on the enemy with his whole body, and, growling from tension, threw the spider, thrashing in agony, off the brid

She turned and gestured to her lead pack-beast, which carried two large, iron-bound chests wrapped in layers of thick tallow-canvas. "We brought you a problem," Mara said, a small, calculating glint in her gray eyes. "The weavers on the coast call it 'Ghost Silk'. It comes from the deep-trench kelp-spiders. It doesn't hold dye, it doesn't take grease, and if you try to spin it on a normal wooden wheel, the friction sets the spindle on fire." The Un-spinnable Thread Inside the Great Hall, the iron chests were opened, revealing the contents to Sarah and Silas.