Novel & Cerita Albino Spider

“That’s—” “Spiders!” Bjorn shrieked. I looked down and felt sick. Thousands of tiny spiders had begun to pour out of the crack in the ground. They were small and quick and glistening, boiling up out of the dirt in a wave that spread wider with every second, swallowing the grass, climbing over each other in their hurry to reach us.

He smiled, a debauched smile. "I know they are. I am an albino dragon after all." He was right, that ironically made a lot of difference. Dragons were rare, but albino dragons were like one in a million. A divine answer, like a blessing given by ancient beings, and Asmodeus was the last albino dragon known to exist at the present time. "Right, right..." I grumbled "but we still need to get down." I had barely finished speaking and someone knocked on the door. Once and then twice.

Carnation exclaimed, speechless at what she saw. "She's a white albino reticulated python," Luca said, pointing at the large snake in front of them. Carnation couldn't take her gaze away from the young man's pet python. The enormous snake is stunning. It has a very nice color, which is a mixture of white and yellow. "She's beautiful...," she exclaimed again as she moved closer to the cage's glass. "Can you tell me the name of your pet anaconda in Manila? I don't recall you mentioning it."

"You’re pretty bold for a student who looks weak. You’re even shouting at me." Then, Kendall turned her palm and saw there were many hairy objects. Lucia shuddered and took a deep breath. There was a huge spider on Kendall’s palm. The spider was 10 centimeters, was black and had red eyes. The spider looked venomous. Lucia came to her senses a few seconds later and turned to Kendall. "You… What are you doing?"

He was shirtless, and I felt heat flush my cheeks at the sight of all his exposed muscles, something that had been occurring more often lately. In recent months, I had grown very attracted to my best friend of the past seventeen years of my life, and it was getting ever harder to ignore, It didn't help that between his Japanese dad and American mother, he ended up with the very best of both worlds. He had his mothers straight silky hair the locks were snow white thick, wavy and lustrous, and fell in waves to his shoulders, hanging into his mysterious silver eyes Xander had been born with a genetic birth defect that caused him to be born an Albino.

The spider had a ring of black eyes circling its head. We started to back away, very light on our feet, but the horse, which had been frozen like us when the behemoth appeared, suddenly decided it was time to do its best Aguilera impression and screamed in three different octaves. A stream of webbing shot out of the spider’s mouth. I dived out of the way, but it was aimed at the horse which got a full-body bukake. And then the horse was airborne as the webbing snapped back like elastic.

She added, lifting her eyebrows. “Escapees…” Aislen saw some tiny spiders crawl through the imperfect seal of Meguitte’s fingers and hurried to open the lid. Meguitte opened her palms, dropping a large spider that was crawling with tiny babies escaping the egg sack on it’s back. Meguitte calmly screwed the lid on over them. “What about the ones… on you?” Aislen wondered watching one drop from the vampiress’ hand on a string of fine gossamer. She was sure she could see others moving through the fabric of Meguitte’s sleeves.

There aren’t any here, are there? ‘Of course there are. Scorpions, snakes, camel spiders . . . Camel spiders are about the size of saucers. They come out at night, crawl over their prey, inject an anaesthetic and chew a lump out of it. But you’re not likely to find any of them sharing your shower in a five-star hotel.’ ‘Thank heaven for that,’ she said, with a rather different shudder.

There was even a spider about the size of a fist on the web. The spider seemed strange to Wilbur. It was black in color but radiated a white glow. That probably meant that the spider was a combination of the power of destruction and the power of the light. The spider was capable of feeding on Albus' spirit energy, causing its power of destruction to grow stronger. Then, the spider would feed on the power of destruction to convert it into the power of the light. With the spider growing from continuing to feed on Albus' spirit energy, Albus' condition would rapidly deteriorate. That was the reason he was in this state, on the brink of death.

The moments seemed to stretch as they awaited the results that could hold the key to saving the soldier’s life. Finally, the PCR test confirmed their suspicions—the soldier had indeed been bitten by Mortifera Aranea, a highly venomous spider species that was native to the dense forests of the Iron Mountains. Wendy’s conversation offered yet another layer of confirmation, as the soldiers described the spider they saw, with a distinctive black and red colouration, a body length of five cm, and long, spindly legs. Its venom was a potent neurotoxin that could cause paralysis and respiratory failure in humans within hours of a bite.