Amadeus Cho Iron Spider Novels & Stories

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?”

What kind of madness is this? And then I make the mistake of looking at Figaro, sleeping peacefully on the bed. My hair stands on end when I realize I can see slightly through him. Inside him there is a huge black mass of sticky webbing, crawling with swarms of disgusting spiders and horrible writhing worms. They’re gnawing into his flesh, causing him pain—he even whimpers softly in his sleep. My poor baby… I pray the witch doesn’t lie and really helps him get rid of this nightmare.

She then gestured for Chen to sit after her. "You want to wage a war against me, little boy. Is Bronze Orchid going to be okay?" Ms. Kang said, her eyes dark and piercing as she looked at Kamman. Chen didn't even flinch, staring right back, his gaze making her nerves fray. Ms. Kang had heard of the "Chen effect," but at that moment, she was experiencing it firsthand and was slightly taken aback.

The rhythmic thrum of the helicopter’s blades filled the cabin, drowning out most attempts at conversation. Sage sat next to Damian, her body aching from the morning’s chaos. Every muscle in her body was taut with lingering adrenaline, but it wasn’t just the firefight that had her mind racing. It was him—Damian, with his calculating eyes and steady hand, his quiet assurances that somehow made her feel like they were going to survive this, no matter how high the odds stacked against them.

a man with a foreign accent says looking at me. “Who are you?” “My name is Amir. Your Alpha came searching for me. I am one of the warlocks being hunted by Levana.” I look at him a moment. “I don’t know you and I don’t have time to do a truth spell on you, but if you do anything to harm my mate, I’ll kill you,” I tell him, my tone deadly serious. I’ve never been a violent person, but no one hurts my mate. “Understood. I would expect nothing less from one bound to another,” he says, recognizing the runes on our wrists.

Amadeus spat. Lysander was notebly the larger one of the two. Stood a good few inches above Amadeus. For some reason, Amadeus looked much larger now. More intimidating. Even Lysander backed down. Held up his palms in surrender. "If you tell her this, there is no going back."

2Pac kissed Amy all over her neck and down her chest. He had his hands massaging her hips and her slender waist. Amy didn’t know that the reason the cyborg showed an attraction toward her is that she looked identical to his master, Irena. Irena programmed 2Pac to show affection toward his creator. In 2Pac’s mind, since Amy looked like Irena, his cyber neuro inputs told him he was making love to his master.

The massive creature unleashed its webbing which was composed of burning silk to ensnare the three girls. I guess it is my turn, April G said as she raised her arms and froze the webbing in place. She then used her abilities to reverse the polarity of the webbing causing it to stop ensnare the giant spider ask it burned within its webbing. The giant spider recoiled backward as the Dean cast a forcefield around himself to absorb its collision against him. “Come on let us go, “April G said as the three girls continue to climb up the stairs. Once they made their way to the door, they were attacked by what appeared to be an eight-foot chameleon that wrapped itself against them.

Blood flowed on the ground as the villagers were locked in battle with a bunch of ironclad spiders these beast were known to be nocturnal but they were presently attacking people in broad daylight, Aldophus felt it strange, he couldn't keep on watching as the villagers were stabbed to death by the sturdy legs of the spiders and then carried away on their back, the brown ground was transformed in dark mud by the battle. An ironclad spider managed to pass the defense of the village men and reached for a screaming woman holding a child in her hug, trying to block the imminent blow with her body. SHRIIIIII! The sound of metal sliding against metal sounded as the woman mustered her courage to loo

Skotos Vex Maelis leaned back in his chair with effortless grace, long fingers curled around a crystal goblet of deep violet wine. From the covered terrace of the outdoor café, he commanded a view of the central canal, where afternoon boats provided a gentle soundtrack of splashes and distant voices. Across from him, two dark elf women hung on every syllable, their laughter like wind-chimes. “And then,” he said, his voice just loud enough for them and nobody else, “the High Elven ambassador had the gall to call our imported spider-silk ‘adequate for informal wear.’ Three hundred gold per bolt and that was the compliment.”