Coffin Spider.web Nails Novels & Stories

He put down the back seat and heaved the bike in through the back – miraculously without getting his T-shirt dirty. Afterwards he returned to the basement compartment and grabbed his backpack that was leaning against the wall and stuffed it with some tools that were sitting on the shelf to his right. He was just reaching for a special flashlight he had stolen from his Dad when moving out from home three years ago, when the small picture frame up on the top shelf caught his eye. There was no picture in it or even a glass or a back. It was just the empty frame – only that it wasn’t entirely empty. A spotted spider about the size of a thumb nail had built a perfect web inside that frame and was

I extend my claws yet again, narrowly missing its random grab as it struggles to get away from me. I land right on it, finding purchase in the groove of its muscles. For some reason, I expected its body to be hard with muscles and structure, but my nails pierce right through as though it's made of jelly. I take a closer look as it clumsily tries to grab me, and I see some strange spores on its skin. Almost like mold. They're black and nasty-smelling, clustered in so many places like barnacles. Unable to take the mystery, slice its chest, breaking off its skin.

She kept on walking, the stairs circling down deeper into the pits of the dungeons, then opened to a cobweb and damp ridden set of rooms, cages rusted away and broken, not used longer than she lived. "—Yes, my dear young countess, come to me–" Rebecca found another wooden door, pushing at the knob it fell open out of its hinges, the slam of its collapse echoed through the dungeons, and there in the middle was the stone coffin. 'Vampire wake up! This is a trap! Can't you see it!?' "Silence wolf, you had your fun with the high alpha" 'This isn't the time to be jealous you stupid bitch! Can't you feel the evil inside that coffin!?'

My brother snapped his fingers. Two wolf guards dragged forward an old woman. Tattered cloak. Sunken eyes.Her nails are black as rot. A necklace of dried viper bones hung from her throat. The old woman jabbed a bony finger at Seraphina. “It was her!” the old woman screeched. “At the border market! Three silver coins for a black widow spider! The spider had a red spot on its tail. Not deadly. But it makes you convulse, and mute for three days.

The bearded officer was the first to welcome him. Dr. Jekyll wiped off the sweat on his forehead. He took out two sealed plastic bags and said, "It's indeed Red Spider. There were five in total. Two of them had ruptured inside the deceased's body, causing the lady's death. We have taken out the remaining three. All of them are here."

He looked at the ruler, a little confused and somehow surprised, and then collapsed to his knees, grabbing his own insides with his hands. The ruler did not know him personally. But it was his man, he fought for him. The guard was young, he was waiting for a long and happy life. A red veil hung before her eyes, her upper lip crept up, exposing fangs that were not at all human. Aznar turned to face the killer, spinning his spear. This spider was larger than its relatives. And the shell on the belly and on the back was rusty red, like gore. Small eyes shone like wet rubies.

"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 don't understand his question. "Silver?" "Yes!" A nurse brings the plank and shows it to me. I took it and stares at it with a frown.. aren't these just nails? I wonder. "These nails are coated in silver and they buried so deep in the alpha's back.. if was an average wolf, he'd be dead by now!" I gasp. "Dead?! Does that mean Xander's gonna die?!" We're not married yet and I'm already gonna be a window? "Luna, I said if it's an average wolf he'd be dead.. but the alpha prince is far more stronger, these tiny pieces of nails coated in silver won't affect him!"

They watched helplessly as I asked them to cover the coffin board. They just sat aside and followed the hearse home. "Sir, please help me nail the coffin shut. I always feel like the corpse would wake up in the coffin if not nailed down. It's scary to think about it." The workers were amused by what I said. "They had been dead for a week. They won't wake up. However, it is necessary to nail the coffin shut. We will do so right now." Finally, Jessie could not hold back her expression and hurriedly stepped forward to stop them.

No matter what, he kept his eyes averted as he replied awkwardly, "Thank you." Then, he called for an Uber to bring him to the countryside. Aaron searched in the sea of sunflowers for a very long time. Finally, he spotted my tombstone in a small, secluded spot in the corner. "So, this is where you were buried… He chose a great resting place for you." Aaron took the letter from his pocket and gently placed it in the grave. Then, he took out a carving knife and carved the words "Dearly departed wife" into my tombstone, just before my name.