Amadeus Cho Iron Spider Novels & Stories

He studied their movements and to where they kept his girlfriend Yennifer. The ground seems muddy and itchy with dead grasses over it. He began to scratch his neck when he felt something tickling on his nape until he clasps a giant spider. It looks made of metal just like a robot spider. Adoneram hastily began to feel numb all over his body and he saw black dots everywhere. He pressed his chest harder because he thought, something puts weight on it and he could barely breathe. " Mom, Help!" The last thing he said until he felt two strong hands yanking his arms forward.

An ear-powdering circle of tearing metal halled through the bridge. The gravel gave up. The massive titanium wings were torn inward and a Flood of purple eyes and black, crystalline legs broke into the Command Center. The silent firefight began. Kael's rifle hit quickly chipping cartridges, while Novas shotguns vacuum with tungsten filled. The empty weavers fragmented in series, but their sheer power was expressing. One of the spiders shot over Kael's head and landed directly on the command armchair, his hooks drilled into the frozen body of the

"Did you think a fragment of love could rewrite the laws of the universe? The Moreno bloodline is destined for rule, not service. Today, I will turn your curated heaven into hell!" Lucas hurled a massive ball of blue plasma toward the sky. But the mechanical spiders swarmed together, forming a collective shield that absorbed his energy. I began to run toward the mountain. Under my feet, the soft purple grass was turning into black coal at the touch of the nano-bots. Suddenly, a giant mechanical spider blocked my path. Its eight legs were as sharp as sabers. I gripped my silver sword tightly. "Sona, close your eyes!" I severed one of the spider’s legs with my sword, but to my horror, the seve

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 lo

“I didn’t mean to—” “It’s fine,” I say, cutting him off and silently begging him to just drop it. But, if I had to hazard a guess from the next words out of his mouth, I’d say that it’s safe to assume that I don’t have telekinesis, only the ability to see the imminent future. “No, it’s clearly not fine. If me calling you Ame—shit,” he says, quickly correcting himself with I cut him with a glare. “If me calling you that name sets you off, then clearly it’s something.”

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

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. “Cremisio,” I commanded, and watched them light, burning red without flame before crumbling into char. They launched themselves at me as they burnt, the last exploding into embers just before my face, so that my exhalation saw the ash sift down. I swayed slowly over the glowing mounds of baked spider flesh, suspended from sticky spider silk, as I recovered. My shoulder burned painfully. I inspected it. The buckle holding chest plate to back plate was singed and melted, the cloth below burnt away. The acid like venom had melted it. My skin was reddened, and blist

I swore beneath the glassy surface, I could feel the churning and clashing of two bulls, both determined to destroy the other. “Little wolf, little wolf, little wolf.” A sing-song voice filled the air, cold and full of razor-sharp amusement. The bodiless voice sounded like a dentist's drill, making my ears and teeth ache. It was the scuttling sound spiders made as they scrambled up your skin. “Little clueless wolf, playing with things she knows nothing of.” “Choose wisely, child.” Another voice filled the air, this one warm and kind. “If you choose wrong, I will be unable to help you.”

Seconds later, the sound of large wings disturbing the air drew Nya’s eyes skyward. He appeared over the moon first, as he always seemed to do, pausing there, silhouetted by the silver light, his red and black scales glimmering. Looking up at him, it was hard to think of him as anything other than a magnificent winged creature, a legendary, mythological being of mass proportion. Nya’s mouth dropped open as she gazed up at him, her awe temporarily disturbing her mission.

Worse yet would be a jump from a building as tall as the Stratosphere. The Vampire was almost back to the landing. He held onto one rung, swinging back and forth, reaching with the other hand, trying to secure his placement. Jamie was closing in. Like Spiderman, he leapt across the void, landing near the Vampire and grasping one of the spiraling pieces of metal near the leg where the Vampire hung. Through Jamie’s IAC, she saw the monster pull back his lips, barring his fangs, and hissing in a frantic bid to save his undead life.