Along Came A Spider Audiobook Novels & Stories

He asked slinging his arm over Orian's shoulders when they got back up, "Are you?" "I have no idea what you are talking about." "I have a pet spider bro." "Good for you." "I brought it home." I have never seen Orian move that fast, one minute he was standing next to Ares, and the next he was behind me trying his possible best to cling to me while whispering about if the spider was let out and where it went. I laughed with Nexus and Ares as my mate panicked over a spider and when he caught on the joke, he grumbled about how it wasn't funny.

When I got to my office, I panicked. I sat down on my office chair and saw a spider walked towards a notebook on my table. I grabbed the notebook quickly and bravely slammed the notebook over the spider. The spider decimated which created a gross goggly look on my table. I grabbed a tissue and wiped the spider with it and dismissed it into a garbage can. By the time I was done, I sat back down and contemplated how Alpha Nate's wound seemed to have healed overnight. It was crazy. Alpha Nate's POV

Spiders the size of dogs scurry around the house and are heard on the inside and outside of the walls. The voice of the elders touches my tongue, as the two werewolves of the Wolf People Clan prepare to defend me and the luna lily flowers. The giant spiders chatter amongst themselves and chant to themselves in lowered tones. The spiders look like giant tarantulas as they creep up the stairs. A voice controls them faintly in the distance. Chief Wolfpaw and Cody bend their ears in the direction of the voice. A puppet master is pulling the strings behind the chattering of this giant spider horde.

Reid retorted. “Let’s set this straight. You thought it was a breaking-in? Like some type of Kyros-the-villain thing?” “It wasn’t?” Reid asked looking so confused. “It was a spider!” Maria said with a furrowed eyebrow. “A what? Hold on, that look doesn't go well with what you just said. You know you’re shitting me right?” “It was a spider, Reid. A goddamn spider!” “What?” he laughed unbelievably. “A spider?”

When suddenly in a dark corner, a fly is caught in a spider's web. As disgusting as ever, but before the spider can reach the fly it is snapped up by a gecko that later will probably be caught by a mouse. A displeased expression forms on my delicate face. If I get rich, I promise that this will be the first place I’m going to fix. It’s the only peaceful spot in this sequin castle. I start walking towards the exit, dodging the stacks of abandoned books when a sudden thought crosses my mind. -Mister Bunny!-

I leaned over the basin, gripping the porcelain. I coughed. It was a reflexive, dry hack, my throat still tight from the panic. Something came up. It landed in the center of the white porcelain with a soft, wet thud. I froze, the water running cold over my hands. I looked down. There, lying in the sink, was a spider. It wasn't a hallucination. It wasn't a shadow. It was a common house spider, its legs curled inward in a defensive posture, twitching slightly as it succumbed to the moisture.

Jack continued to guide the smaller fireball ahead of Lexi as he ran to catch up to her, flicking his knife out. The tunnel opened up on the sides. As the fire lit the room, small furry spiders lurched forward after them. Lexi jumped over one in her path. As Jack approached, the spider lunged up in the air at him. He swung his arm out in front, the knife jutting from the palm of his hand. It hit the spider in the middle of its eyes. It screamed as the knife crunched and slid into its surface. Small bits of blue blood seeped out of the wound as the spider fell away to the side. Jack continued forward. The other spiders hissed their disapproval and skittered after them.

I stabbed over my head, dragging the blade with me towards its rear with a spill of silk. Its belly exploded in scurrying baby spiders, each the size of a housecat. The newly birthed young devoured their mother from the inside out, her screams shrill and lengthy. I ran up onto her fallen corpse, the hard shell of her carapace shattering under my heels, and leapt free, seizing upon a strand of thread that was suspended from a tree. The baby spiders surged up the trunk and I tied the thread around my waist so that I dangled over the massacre, as they pursued me.

“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.

The quiet brought more discomfort than the embarrassment of singing aloud. “The itsy-bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out. Out came the sun and dried up all the rain . . . ” Lily froze when she heard the voice. And the itsy-bitsy spider climbed up the spout again.