Blue Widow Spider Novels & Stories

Li Site said, "That's right. He likes hunting and has been to the primitive forest lately. What's wrong with that?" Qin Haodong replied, "There's a creature named Raging Blood Spider. It's rarely seen, but its toxin is quite unique. Its bite will cause insanity. The longer the bite is, the more serious the situation will be. The symptom won't stop until the victims go completely insane." Li Site asked, "You mean my son has been bitten by this spider?" Fernand cried out, "No way! I've been working for so many years. I've never heard about that spider before. You're lying!"

The moments seemed to stretch as they awaited the results that could hold the key to saving the soldier’s life. Finally, the PCR test confirmed their suspicions—the soldier had indeed been bitten by Mortifera Aranea, a highly venomous spider species that was native to the dense forests of the Iron Mountains. Wendy’s conversation offered yet another layer of confirmation, as the soldiers described the spider they saw, with a distinctive black and red colouration, a body length of five cm, and long, spindly legs. Its venom was a potent neurotoxin that could cause paralysis and respiratory failure in humans within hours of a bite.

Maybe someone could even turn into an otter or a sewer rat. “We have to fight them,” Damian said grimly. “There’s no other way but straight through their nest. And you know the best part?” Fredrick muttered, “What?” “They have a broodmother. Her legs are sticking out of the cave entrance. They’re three times bigger than a normal spider’s.” Of course, the spiders had a leader. They would not move in such coordination without a mother. As far as I remembered, spiders were solitary creatures. Some even ate their own mothers after hatching, then scattered and lived alone. That was why each spider had its own web.

Becky mused. “They are called giant crab spiders. At school, we were taught they are distantly related to tarantulas, but they have no venom though their bite can hurt humans. They usually live underground and only emerge to hunt at night. It required a great disturbance to make them migrate—a disturbance like the monsoon.”

"You're away." She let go of the branch and fell unceremoniously towards the earth. Although unnecessary, Shane caught her in his arms. "Tell no one," she muttered, staring suspiciously at the web. "She doesn't really have pet spiders does she?" "Black widow," Banshee said, overhearing everything, "brown recluse, three species of tarantulas --"

I know it right away what it is—a Brown Recluse. Behind him, another spider comes. Its stomach is twice as round. On the tips of each leg, they appear to be more like claws as she pulls her way to the tip of the tub, but I know by three perfect red shiny circles lined down her back, she is no other than the deadly black widow.

It was dark and dank in the cave, most of its surfaces were moist and wet. “Hmm?” After moving forward for about five minutes, something caught Zephyr’s attention, it raised his alarm. He quickly summoned Lightfoot and sprinted off without a second thought. A loud hiss rang out behind him, Zephyr turned to look and saw his would-be aggressor. Where Zephyr once stood, a large creature now took his place, it’s false face chittered nonstop. “A Pearl Spider!” Zephyr frowned at the sight before him. Pearl Spiders were dangerous creatures with ghostly white bodies, and lifeless black eyes. It hissed at Zephyr, which revealed prominent fangs as it’s saliva dripped onto the ground.

However, the threads the ants were pulling were clearly the radial ones, leaving the spider in the middle without any resistance. But the reason Ethan Brooks nearly jumped out of his skin was because he recognized this type of spider. Glossy black all over, with a plump abdomen featuring a red marking, its scientific name is Latrodectus hesperus. Also known as the black widow. The toxicity of the black widow is 15 times that of a rattlesnake; a bite from her could really make you suffer! Ethan Brooks felt like he was having a nightmare, as he would normally avoid such creatures at all costs, yet these ants had kidnapped one!

Much too large trees grew closely together, their canopies blocking the sky entirely, and thick spiderwebs covered their limbs, and I couldn't help but wonder what type of spider could possibly create something like this. Just the thought of the large, eight-legged thing left me feeling like my skin was crawling. "Jorogumo," Wilson's voice said, drawing my attention. "These spiders are probably the most dangerous of all. They appear as beautiful women that will quickly lure their victims to their webs; it is then that they show their true forms, but by then it is too late." Shivering I watched as a woman with long, flowing red hair, deep brown eyes, porcelain skin, and the perfect figure sau

We’re still standing exactly where she left us when she strolls back in. “All done. You’re all safe now.” She’s grinning, shaking her bold head like we’re the village idiots. “Oh, and by the way,” she adds sweetly, “that’s a Mexican Red-Knee Tarantula. They don’t make webs, only silk out their burrows, Logan.” She beams at him like she’s just taught a toddler the alphabet. Logan doesn’t seem to believe her. And the brothers are suddenly fascinated by every space in the room that isn’t occupied by a human.