Ensnared The Spiders Mate Novels & Stories

Jeff scanned their faces. “Jeff.” Kevin made his way to his son’s side and viewed the lifeless bodies. “What have you done?” While his father spoke from what seemed like miles away, Jeff replayed Mr. Drake’s final word. He hadn’t understood at first but was now transported back to the teacher’s lecture: ‘Many spiders have spinnerets that aid in putting out silk for their webs.’ Everything came into focus like someone adjusted the ring on a pair of binoculars. He met his father’s eyes. “You should run.”

Even if he still felt betrayed by her, he would have been unable to resist her. He must detest her now even if he wouldn't say anything about it. Yes, she remembered the crazy marathon sex they had been having for the days but it was common knowledge that immediately after the mating was completed, the mated couple were inseparable and couldn't keep their hands off each other.

That was why each spider had its own web. But these spiders were genetically engineered. Who knew what else had been added to them? This would make phase one difficult for every team. If Legendary Trinity were easy, there would be no point in calling it a survival game. “How many spiders are around the main nest?” Fredrick asked. “Not sure. Two dozen. Maybe three. I’m not worried about the small ones, but the broodmother.” Damian exhaled. “Have you ever felt your skin crawl just from looking at something?”

Am I even ready for that? My nervous system kicks into overdrive. I'm not sure I am ready for Jeremy to do all the things men do to women with their hands. But, on the other hand, if I turn him down, will he sink so far into depression that he'll end up hating me? Is being a girl this difficult? There are way too many thoughts in my head, tangled like a web. Spider flight or ballooning is what spiders do to travel through the air. They build a web and let the air take them wherever they land. I was a spider in flight, and Jeremy caught my web and brought me home.

I stabbed over my head, dragging the blade with me towards its rear with a spill of silk. Its belly exploded in scurrying baby spiders, each the size of a housecat. The newly birthed young devoured their mother from the inside out, her screams shrill and lengthy. I ran up onto her fallen corpse, the hard shell of her carapace shattering under my heels, and leapt free, seizing upon a strand of thread that was suspended from a tree. The baby spiders surged up the trunk and I tied the thread around my waist so that I dangled over the massacre, as they pursued me.

If one wasn’t paying attention, it looked like an actual red spider was on the screen itself. A timid female staff shouted out in fear, “Argh!” At the same time, the red spider began splitting into countless little spiders, crawling all over the screen. And then, the little spiders gathered around, and frame by frame, began playing a video. Sophia could be seen tied up in a chair in the video. In the background was the bamboo forest. Even though she was scared out of her mind, she kept shouting, pleading for Tyr not to come. The video changed abruptly and Kirin’s face appeared.

I tell her gently as I place the salve on her burned cheek. “They have not mated her yet,” she whispered as a tear slid down her cheek. Smiling at her, I keep my voice calm. “That does not make a difference. She is still their mate. Their shared mate. Do you know how rare that is? Dragons are not known for sharing. Certainly not a Wyrmleader.” “I thought that they would claim me…” “They are searching for the one that bares their shared mark,” I tell her. “They just do not know that they have already found her.”

They were looking through me, seeing a future I didn't want to imagine. “Are they mated?” the first man asked, stepping back into my personal space. “A few,” I said quickly, my mind racing to keep the story straight. “Some found their mates. Most haven't.” They grunted in unison, a low sound. It didn't seem to change their plans. To them, a mate was just another obstacle to be cleared away. “More females is better than one,” the first man said, his eyes locking onto mine with a terrifying intensity. He stepped even closer, his presence overwhelming. “And you,” he added, a dark glint in his eyes, “you’ll be the bait.”

"The spider belongs to our mate so the herbs must be good for us. That's all I care." "Tell our mate that we will reclaim our thrones very soon. Thank her on our behalf for everything," Alcott says to the ugly creature. It raises it's front legs and lowers them again, attempting to nod just like before. It creeps back out of the cell with much more vigor than before. Clearly it has a wide brain. * * * * * * Agila's POV I watch the spider make writings on the wall using it's web and I read every word. The powers of my mates are returning. They are thankful for the love of my heart and the herbs the spider delivered to them. They also plan to take back their thrones soon.

With each successful hunt, a profound sense of fulfillment washes over us, knowing that we were fulfilling our duty to provide for our cherished mate. Throughout the hunt, my thoughts were completely consumed by the safety and security of our mate. However, amidst all the chaos, a vivid memory of the purple door suddenly flashed in my mind, instantly bringing a smile to my face. Filled with excitement, I eagerly began mentally listing all the necessary items we needed to acquire for our omega's nesting. The room designated for her had a small window, which allowed her to come and go, but unfortunately, it was too tiny for anyone else to fit through. It was at this point that Spartacus chimed