Ghost Spider Novels & Stories

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

It looks like a woman, but she is at least twenty feet tall with eight legs and a round, disgusting spider body. "Oh?" The woman tilts her head, and a shiver slips down my spine when I notice all her teeth are razor sharp. "What do we have here?" I lose the ability to move as I take her in; she is only getting scarier by the minute. The spider lady's skin is purple. Her hair is the same color as cobwebs and her eyes, god her eyes, she got about twenty of them red blinking things focusing their attention on us! Sleepy flies close to whisper in my ear. "Now would be an excellent time to run—Arachne loves to eat smaller creatures than herself,"

The goblins that were nearby were shocked and confused when he suddenly left. From afar, it seemed like a person was sitting on top of a giant spider but upon getting closer, Potolo saw that it was actually an upper body of a human attached to the giant spider’s torso. It was a creature that Potolo had never seen before, but his master had spoken of it before. “I haven’t seen you around here before.” The humanspider said. “You must be Theraphosa?” Potolo asked. “You’ve heard of me?” Thephosa frowned, finding that Potolo knew her.

she replied with a hint of sadistic amusement. "Ah, yes, the fear of spiders," the man acknowledged with a chilling smile that could haunt one's nightmares. "This particular breed is known as Latrodectus mactans, commonly referred to as the black widow," he explained, referring to the spiders within the case. With calculated precision, he delicately placed one upon Mr. Woods's bare chest, having previously removed his shirt.

Which meant she still had to find her. Helia wiped the yellow ichor from her face with revulsion. Of all the beasts she was hired to slay, giant spiders were the nastiest. They were her most common hire though and people would pay handsomely to see them eradicated. With careful precision, she nocked another round of arrows in her crossbow as she walked amongst the web covered trees. She was listening for the distinct rattling scurry of any remaining spiders ready to pounce on her. And suddenly, she spotted the one she was searching for up against a thick tree covered in snowy white webs. She was huge with a body as fat as the biggest of record-breaking pumpkins and legs that could easily wra

"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 --"

Mason kept checking his mirrors. His line was completely ruined. Every corner entry was hesitant. He was afraid. The shadow from twenty-eight years ago was now chasing his rear bumper in a form he could see and feel. He tried to block me with dirty line changes.

My voice bounced around the tiny apartment, thick with rage I couldn't hold back. The ceiling light started going berserk, flickering on and off wildly. A chill shot up my spine, sharper and deeper than ever before. In the corner, a patch of shadow began to twist and ripple, gathering into one spot. A human-shaped silhouette, darker than the darkness around it, slowly peeled itself out of the shadows. The figure was tall and slender—it was a woman's outline wrapped in an indistinct shroud of black mist. There was no wind, but it felt like the air had been sucked from the room in an instant. Then, an icy, emotionless voice rang out. It wasn't in my ears, but directly inside my head. "Say that

She turned and gestured to her lead pack-beast, which carried two large, iron-bound chests wrapped in layers of thick tallow-canvas. "We brought you a problem," Mara said, a small, calculating glint in her gray eyes. "The weavers on the coast call it 'Ghost Silk'. It comes from the deep-trench kelp-spiders. It doesn't hold dye, it doesn't take grease, and if you try to spin it on a normal wooden wheel, the friction sets the spindle on fire." The Un-spinnable Thread Inside the Great Hall, the iron chests were opened, revealing the contents to Sarah and Silas.

Miranda said. "So what, you ran out of there with only a towel on? It's a tiny insect, it's not going to bite you." Asher shook his head. "Tarantulas can bite." Miranda pointed in return. "Was it a tarantula?" Asher quizzed, though he couldn't believe the conversation he was having with Miranda. "Well, no." Miranda admitted with a frown. "He's quick on his feet, don't let it get to you." The ghost waved to Miranda, who tried to not look in her direction as Asher walked from his spot and removed his sweaty shirt in the process.