Arabian Spiderman Novels & Stories

*****************Flashback Ends****************** It has been a full day, both in-game and in reality for Kirou and his pet spider. After a full day of fighting with Kirou, spartan style, the pet spider has managed to get to level 10, where it is now capable of joining battles as it saw fit. Pet Name: Shadow Arachne (Demonic Spider) Pet Species: Demon Spider Pet Level: 10 Condition: Healthy (Cold) Skills: Thread Generation, Poisonous Bite, Sticky Thread, Thread Manipulation

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

In short, it was a mixture of beauty and monstrosity in one body with it going more on the monster side. “My name is Theraphosa. I am Lord Arshild’s personal assistant and also guardian of his tomb. The fact that you passed through here already proves your true intention.” The spider-woman named Theraphosa said. “Guess the cat’s out of the bag?” Rain said with a sarcastic tone. “No cats are out of any bags. I only caught you lying.” “Yeah, that’s kinda what it means.”

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.

When he came back he had candy and popcorn and drinks for all of us squeezed into his arms. I grabbed some from him to make it easier as he sat back down. Ivy and Lex had chosen the very front but being this short I couldn’t really see them beside a little bit of Lex head poking out from the top of the seat. The lights turned low and the surrounding sound picked up loudly as the movie began, I think all of the guys decided to skip everything in order and watch one called spider man, there was some green goblin man in it. This young guy turned into a human soider and shot webs, it truly was crazy, I didn’t like spiders at all.

They brought out their sword and spears and to spear the spider and free themselves from the webs which look tick like a strong cord. The spider had a fight with them, trying to recapture them in its web, but the warriors were able to fight it back till it retreated, and they saved the ones who couldn’t break out of the webs because their hands were webbed in such a way that they couldn’t use the knives or swords on them to free themselves. They were surprised at how big the spider was, so they became careful. It’s like they just walked into the land of giants. Everything on this land is gigantic, from the grasses to the insects and animals.

And it does stop, but only because the owner of the voice catches up to us. Emerging from the sewer, as big as Caramel, is a hairy black spider with the head of a woman.

The spider curled up and frothed its fangs, went scurrying on through the tarry black. While elsewhere still a young man named Aaban Darwish, whose first name meant literally ‘angel of iron’—back in his sun-scorched, sand-choked homeland six thousand miles away—slept the peaceful sleep of the truly righteous. He smiled as he drowsed, safe within the confines of his host’s elegant abode. Oh, how he liked the way that sounded: angel of iron.

"You're not alone in this, Aqua. We're family, and we'll get through anything together." Aqua said goodbye to her grandmother and headed to school. As Aqua stepped outside the gate, she saw Damon standing beside his truck, the sunlight casting a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. His tall, athletic frame was impossible to miss, exuding both strength and grace. Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

Hell, she could probably snap Spider in half with her perfectly-manicured baby finger. “Liam,” he said, his voice shaky even to his own ears. “But everyone calls me Spider.” He took a deep breath, bracing himself for impact, trying to forget the one and only man who’d ever called him Liam, knowing that that man was impossible to forget, and even more impossible to avoid talking about here and now. “OK, guys. Hit me with it, whatever it is.” Tex gave him a slow, lazy grin. “You’re a fan of the bandaid approach, huh, Spider? Just rip it on off in one go?”