Ninja Turtle Spider Novels & Stories

In each spider’s belly, a burning coal glowed like a tiny, furious sun. “Back up!” Raven shouted. She flung her knife, but the spider smacked it away with a metal leg. One spider lunged at June and Leo. A little of June’s old fire sparked inside her. Not much, but enough. She didn’t throw a fireball—she just grabbed the spider’s copper leg as it landed. She pushed all her cold, empty feeling into the machine. The leg froze solid. The spider tipped over, its orange core flickering. “Dante! Break the core!” June yelled.

They’re just targets now. Some of the spiders are smaller—quick, twitchy, harder to hit. Others are behemoths, slow and completely armored, needing coordinated simultaneous attacks just to pierce their shells. One of them, dark red and swollen with what looks like eggs, explodes when Chris’ axe cleaves its abdomen. Hundreds of baby ones spill out, shrieking and snapping. We don’t hesitate to culminate them. Phineas doesn’t even blink. At some point… it’s scary to admit that I don’t either.

The vampires are smart enough to make monsters do their job of sending havoc while they hide and get ready for a bigger blow. Leo tilted his head at the back of the car to see who asked him. It was the Alpha. “Based on the report, a newborn with a physical appearance of a spider alike is seen in this area. I don't have more information aside from that. We haven't gathered data about them.” “Spider-like…” Sebastian fondled his chin like he is an ancient thinker pondering on certain facts that ruffles his mind. Vamoire likes spiders. It must be that species she would likely to experiment.

The iron-armored spider's head swiveled 180 degrees in vain, unable to find Adrian. With steely resolve, Adrian delivered a crushing stomp that shattered the spider's neck, sending sparks flying. Steel fragments severed circuits, extinguishing the red glow in its eyes. Upon destroying the spider's head, it seemed to go berserk. It relentlessly tracked Adrian, no matter where he moved. Evading another strike, Adrian calmly intercepted a cold shadow aiming for his face, gripping it with immense strength until it crumbled under his bare hands, embedding deeply into the steel.

"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 --"