Arachne Monster Novels & Stories

she said. “And what does it look like, Price and his parasites?” “Dr. Octopus, but with a bunch of two-foot-long black smoky tentacles coming out from the back of his neck instead of his waist.” I loved that she would quote a literature classic and a Marvel comic just as easily. “And his friend didn’t look any better. They’re a dreadful sight to behold.” I recalled his sudden migraine and Amy confirmed that was the parasites, causing him health issues to feed on his pain and on his dependency on meds.

Milia's hidden smile completely vanished at Lilith's question, "The crown's shadow acted and tried to gather intelligence, but they found nothing. That woman is completely clean." The sound of Lilith's finger tapping on the table was the sole source of noise in the silent room. After a while, a sigh of relief escaped her. "Let's end this now. As long as she doesn't step completely out of the line, I will not act despite her disrespect to Sol. But send her a message…” Though they didn’t see to eyes, Arachne was still someone with whom she fought side to side during the last war. She was a dear companion and many of her armor that saved her life was personally created by Arachne.

There, etched deep into her arm, were lines of text. [Monsters have infiltrated this house. Every time they kill me, I fall into a loop. It can take on the appearance of others, so never trust anyone completely. The monster kills according to certain rules. I have to figure out its pattern. Its loops are limited. If I don't find a way to escape soon, I'll be trapped here forever.] I read the words aloud under my breath. "Now," she said, "do you believe I'm just like you? I've gone through this cycle many times, and from the clues I left myself before, I learned the truth—both of our parents have already been replaced.

This dimension deserves to be called the dimension of hell. Suddenly, the red ground I was standing on shook violently, lightning bolts collided, and the roar grew louder. We both switched roles. I pulled the arrow hanging from my back and aimed. Meanwhile, Jay tightly hugged the jug of blood to keep it from spilling because his job was to feed the monster. The monster had come. The silhouette of its arrival was visible. A giant red creature with horns. Its body was snake-shaped and spiked, but its head had a human body: Echidna, a mother of monsters.

"That I can't have kids?" I squirmed, about to compliment her, but she hugged me tight. Her eyes sparkled like green jewels as she looked at me. "Honey, do you want to?" Her eyes cast a spell on me, and I nodded, my face warm. During the Bonding Ceremony, I felt so warm and fuzzy. "Why's it so soft?" Chloe winked at me. "Honey, you forgot. I'm from the Serpent race. We're naturally..." Later that night, she showed me that other rumors were wrong too.

I noticed from the corner of my eyes that the whole hall was now watching what I was. It yanked it's hand out of her chest and pretty blue dress, bringing out of it a red pumping organ. Her heart. She fell to the floor motionless and it squished her heart in its fist and dropped it to the floor beside her in a thump. It raised it's bloody hand and I could make out that it licked it's palm. "The Draekien..." Morpheus whispered beside me. I sucked in a breath as it moved and something dark fluttered in its wake. Are those.... wings?! I didn't have much time to ponder on it as the thing finally spoke.

No need to do more, just a few pats, I feel myself with the monster closely linked together. I could hear his heart beating, and I could feel his breathing getting heavier as he ran. I lay on my back in his arms, which he held firmly in his arms, my eyes suddenly clear. Black and white for the background of the world. The ceiling and the endless corridor, and the people still chasing behind me. I looked up and finally saw the face of this monster, the white small scales covering his face, and the hair that seemed to be alive in the air. And his golden eyes reflected my face. The chubby baby face was reflected in his snake-like elongated shiny vertical pupils.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

The Moon’s Will had to constantly be reinforced. But the pain. The pain and the grief that had centred into her very bones, it was crippling. Without the presence of the Goddess she was reverted back to her old self. The beast raged within her mind, pushed against the constraints of her mind to be set free. Clawing tooth and nail at the chance to wreak its bloodthirsty fangs on unsuspecting prey.