Cursed Spider Novels & Stories

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

" Oh ;you gotta be kidding me " muttered Chelsea as she couldn't detached herself from the wall of the dome, her body was still recovering from its state of shock and fear and her limbs were stiff as board . The creature seemed as if it hadn't heard which was a good thing , Chelsea felt as if hundreds of ants were crawling upon her as shivers after shivers rose and fell , erecting goosebumps over her entire body. It was a tortorantula , if her memory served her right . Gigantic among its species , this spider was the most heinous and dangerous . Known for its Cannibalism, and monstrosity , tortorantula were nearly extinct since their body made wonderful armours .

Visions exploded behind her eyes: A priestess from centuries past, clad in ceremonial robes, chanting in a language long forgotten. A betrayal, sharp as a knife trusted allies turning against her. A sacrifice made beneath this very moon, blood spilled to bind the darkness. A curse cast in desperation to seal away a horror that could never truly be destroyed. Sarah’s knees buckled, and she collapsed against the cold stone. John caught her, concern flooding his face. “What is it? What did you see?” She swallowed hard, fighting the rising tide of despair. “The Spiral… it’s a cycle. It’s never meant to be defeated, only contained. Each blood moon, the curse renews itself.”

“Do not fear, Laura. All great struggle demands sacrifice.” “What sacrifice?!” I tried to ask. But Miguma launched herself into the air, kicking Melody so hard her face snapped sideways. Miguma screamed a spell that made the entire desert tremble. “ICKPE DESTRUYUM LEOTAR EUTHANASIÁ!” A curse of gods. A killing spell. Melody’s eyes widened. “No—dedi—“ Her counter spell never finished. Lightening fell like the wrath of the heavens. “KRRRZZAATTT—!!”

Smelling the same light scent that Gerald was, Old Flint then explained, “…This is sandalwood incense. The vampires must have used this to lure the spiders! It appears that this is how the ‘curse’ operates!” Feeling enlightened, Gerald then replied, “So what you’re saying is that the smell—that had originated from the treasure—ended up transferring onto Lech and his men after they touched them? And that the spiders only attack those who have the smell lingering around them? If that’s the case, everything makes sense now!” As it turned out, the ‘curse’ was merely an overstatement. In the end, it was an explainable phenomenon that simply required a little more investigation… Shaking his head,

There was even a spider about the size of a fist on the web. The spider seemed strange to Wilbur. It was black in color but radiated a white glow. That probably meant that the spider was a combination of the power of destruction and the power of the light. The spider was capable of feeding on Albus' spirit energy, causing its power of destruction to grow stronger. Then, the spider would feed on the power of destruction to convert it into the power of the light. With the spider growing from continuing to feed on Albus' spirit energy, Albus' condition would rapidly deteriorate. That was the reason he was in this state, on the brink of death.

The Soul-taking Spider King's eyes darted around and fell on Caspian and the others. "Oh? Are you going to attack us first?" Caspian was a little surprised that the Soul-taking Spider King had attacked him first. He still wanted to find an opportunity to break through while the Spirit-taking Spider King was dealing with other opponents. He had never expected that the other party would attack him first. In that case, Caspian couldn't delay any longer. He directly rushed over, intending to destroy the spider's eye behind the Soul-taking Spider King. The spider's eye on the back of its head was like a precious treasure, shining brightly, as if it contained thousands of worlds. Once it sank into

I twisted sideways sharply, shifting back to human form and drawing the silver knife Rhys had given me. Silver flashed as the blade plunged into the spider's belly. The spider shrieked, its limbs twitching frantically. I shifted back to wolf form and lunged at its exposed weak spot – the soft tissue under its head. A fatal blow. The spider fell, but the poison was spreading. My fur was matted with it in several places, the wounds burning. Venom-Mist Spiders wouldn't just show up here. It was… Cassidy. That strange smell earlier, and the "herbs" she was gathering near the cave – it was a scent to lure the spiders!

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.

Part of me expected the woman on the table to wake up. “That’s the thing Caleb, and I were talking about. He can’t find any record of a curse where someone created an Arachne. We believed it was a species that had died out. But,” he paused as a shiver ran down my spine. I took out my own cigarette, lighting up as I took a long drag. Hunter was watching him intently—it seemed he hadn’t revealed this nugget of information to anyone else just yet. “Caleb did find something… a rumour where a witch was cursed by the gods for pulling beasts from hell into our world.” I swallowed, taking another drag as I wracked my brain, trying to think if I had read or heard any of those stories.