Arachne Monster Novels & Stories

The witches shall rise again, and I will stand above them all. The monster regarded her adoringly, his eyes of gold burning like small suns. "Your will, next, Mother?". "For now," Arachne said, her voice even, strained with the undercurrent of excitement. "We wait. They'll try to follow your scent, hoping for some sort of explanation. Let them. Every action they take will be one step closer to helping me with what I need." She turned to the monster again, leaned forward and stroked his fur once more. "You've done quite enough for one night. Rest, my child. You shall have more to do very soon."

"He's moving again." She said in horror, pointing at the monster, whose entrails were spread all over the place "Yes, she was a female. It is normal for her children to run away. This is how Arachne's monsters hide their children in their bellies, until they reach six years of age." She looked at him as if he came from another world, in fact, he did. She placed her hand on her head, trying to comprehend the matter, and he wrapped his hand on her back to lift her up, after he noticed that she was unable to stand on her feet.

She doesn’t smell like anything I recognize. “Does that mean you're a witch?” I ask before I can stop myself. She looks at me like I've asked if she's an alien. “What? A witch? Are you insane? Oh… I see. My mom just dabbles in… whatever, her little magic stuff. It’s just a hobby.” “A hobby?” I shake my head. “You seem to be greatly mistaken. Arachne is a powerful sorceress. She comes from—” “Enough.”

Arachnoids are made by Hades, a chthonic deity, so cutting through them with chthonic weapons had proven not to be a biggie. But the stench, on the other hand, is vomit-inducing and hard to cope with. The swampy water is up to my hips. In Nexelex’s and dwarves’ case, they have to swim. I’d like to mock and tease the little guy, but I decided against it. After all, they saved our arses in Oribus. And I think it’s already gross and challenging enough for them to swim through a puss-filled swamp without us taking a mick. As we were slashing through hordes of stinky arachnoids, screeching pandemonium broke through the swamping waters of Damnarynth. I checked my surroundings, and the horde of ara

I demanded, my heart pounding in my chest. Then a person stepped forward, revealing a tall, gaunt woman with long silver hair and eyes that seemed to bore into my soul. "I am Arachne," she hissed, her voice like a snake slithering through the grass. "And you, Ruth, are a threat to my power." I stood tall, my heart racing with fear. "I don't know what you're talking about," I lied, trying to keep my voice steady. Arachne laughed, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Don't play dumb, Ruth," she sneered. "I know all about your little gift. And I'll stop at nothing to take it for myself."

Herne focused his attention back on the screen, "Who is leading them?" "Your old friend Matthias Ponts, or at least I thought so at first. Brace yourselves," She pulled up an image of what appeared to be a Female Frankenstein monster. Unlike the Hollywood version of the aberration, the female golem was shapely. Long angry scars along the neck and shoulders. Tiny bolts jutted out from the throat area but did not look out of place. The pale skin and mixed and matched eyes haunted warren. Archon flashed a picture of the wolf gigas he fought. "Archon thinks it's another gigas. I agree with him."

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

~Author’s POV~ "This track is called the Serpent's Back. It's a narrow road that goes up a mountain. There's no fence. Just a big drop off the side. People have crashed here. One guy died last year," Simon said, his eyes shining with amusement. Harriet listened, but she didn't look scared. She was looking at her car, a simple silver Mazda. She touched it. It looked old, but she could tell it had been taken care of. The tires were good. The engine sounded smooth and strong.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”