Cursed Spider Novels & Stories

"It might not have been your turn yet, but I was worried they'd soon turn their attention to you." After Amelia said this, a spider hiding in the deepest spot spoke up: "Little Amelia was right, sooner or later it'll be our turn. Didn't all the spirit beasts in Cursed Wasteland end up like this?" That spider seemed to really care about its looks and didn't want Amelia to see its true form. Amelia really hadn't seen such a big spider before, and she looked up at it for a while. She then realized it was calling her. The spider saw Little Amelia looking at it and quickly shrank back: "I look scary. Don't look at me."

Paula immediately started cursing, "What a lousy mall! All these gift boxes, but there's nothing inside! If you can't afford to do it right, don't hold events at all! Cheap bastards." Paula angrily stomped on the gift boxes several times. Oliver looked disappointed too, but he still wouldn't give up as he said, "Don't worry, Mom, there's still one last box. Maybe all the good stuff is in this final one." Paula finally opened the last box. In my previous life and in my dying memories, the last box contained a spider with an hourglass pattern on its belly that crawled onto Paula's hand. I'd seen that kind of spider on the news before. It's called a Black Widow. They loved dark, warm environmen

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”

"Can you tell me a bit about your story? A brief plot or something like that. Maybe I can help you with the ending." Although I wasn't really good at endings. "It's all about two angels that have been cursed by a demon." He still was looking at the air. "What's the demon's cursed against them?" I wanted him to look at me. I was trying to reach for his eyes but he kept on moving his hed sidewards just to avoid my gaze. "The guy will live forever. He will live forever in human world. He will never die," he cleared his throat. "Never." "That's a curse?" My brows crossed. "But isn't that what almost everyone wants? To live forever or at least longer."

she said stretching out her hands to shake mine. "Ashley Belinda Cruz," my wolf replied dropping my weapon, I was too tired to say anything. She sighed regretting ever saying that kyle was good for us. Though I told her not to talk to me again but I could not hold in the lonliness of not talking to my wolf. "I normally stop here for shelter each time the storm caught me off guard, but this is the first time I have seen a different face." She explained. The girl was directing her sightless eyes from Charlotte to me. She shook her head in declination before hurriedly rushing into the deep hole that was inside the cave with her hands rubbing along the wall for direction.

"Your mate? But you aren't a wolf? I thought seers didn't get mates?" "I am not a wolf; I am a wolfless werewitch." "WHAT?" "I was sick as a child, and my wolf never manifested. My gifts were still growing without my wolf. So I became a seer." My head was spinning. How was there so much? I didn't know. "Who is Diaz?"

His dark exoskeleton clicked as six of his legs hit the floor, two of the shorter legs were couched near his body and his arms were almost as long as his legs. I froze, watching the sharp fangs that clasped in the front of his face horizontally. He could open and close them like pitchers. “Flowers,” I whimpered. Rhos sat close to me, and at that moment, I really wanted Luci here. I knew they would not hurt me, but they gave me the heebie jeebies! “Goddess Uriel?” the spider came closer, and I leaned back into the couch as best I could. “Uh, huh?” I hummed, barely.

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

" Wolves love blood too. Lycans love fresh blood. We are animals, wild ones." " I know that!" I sighed, rubbing my forehead softly, " So, what can I do to help you? Do you need my blood? To make any cure?" " It doesn't work like this." He stood up, his tall figure making the already small room feel even smaller. " It's said the last descendant of the Moon Servants is my cure. Only they can help me lift the curse." I heard him as he walked around, scanning the bedroom carefully. The pile of clothes, the garbage, everything. The fact that he had been here for the last fourteen hours made my face burn red in embarrassment.

Something strange stirred beneath my skin—a prickling heat that spread like wildfire through my veins, My body went into spams, My vision blurred as I stumbled to my knees, it seemed as though the world was tilting dangerously around me, my bones cracking and reshaping with agonizing intensity. Fur sprouted from my skin, coarse and pearly white, my limbs contorting into a new form. And then I shocked myself, a raspy snarl tore from my throat, My fingers curled into claws, I could feel my senses sharpened, the world now painted in stark contrasts of light and shadow from the normal colours I was used to.