Si Arachne Ang Manghahabi Novels & Stories

I asked her as she walked back over to me. "Arachne, Goddess of Arachnids." She answered, getting on a Unicorn that had appeared. "Come on, let's go get your men. We have a long journey ahead of us. We're going to get more Dragons for your Thunder. Many are out there hiding, and waiting to find more of you." *FLASHBACK END* "Arabella is a bitch." Channing said, looking at me. "Did Arachne really help you find more Dragons?"

The snakes zoomed through the air, locked on their target but before they could even reach her, they melted into linear puddles of water. "What in the world..." I gaped at my half sister, trying to comprehend everything that had happened these past few minutes. It was like she had become a completely different person, the opposite version of the Araknee I fought earlier. This Araknee did not talk or spit out threats, but she was ten times deadlier than the first one.

“Binding Chaos, freeing Echo—you’ve woven a delicate thread. But the tapestry is mine.” Jessica’s spark flared, weak but defiant. “Who are you? What do you want?” The woman lowered her hood, revealing a face that was both ageless and ancient, her eyes twin pools of crimson light. Her features were sharp, almost predatory, but there was a flicker of something familiar—a shadow of her mother’s gentleness, twisted into something cruel. “I am Arachne,” she said. “The True Weaver. Your father sought to control the nexus, but he was a child playing with fire. I am the flame.”

I asked Arachne, my voice barely above a whisper. Arachne's smile grew wider. "They're a map," she said. "A map that will lead you to your true potential." I felt a surge of excitement as I listened to her words. What kind of map could possibly lead me to my true potential? And what lay at the end of the journey? As I stood there, pondering these questions, Arachne reached out and touched the statue's hand. The symbols on its surface began to glow brighter, and I felt a surge of energy run through my body.

A gigantic black spider with the head of a woman, its eight eyes scattered on its forehead, it’s pincers protruding and dripping with some strange clear liquid. An Arachnia, an ancient Supernatural creature. A combination of fear and admiration swirls around my body. This is the first time I encountered a creature that is not a shifter, something that is purely Supernatural. Instantly, as different as we are, I feel a connection with it. I feel bonded with it somehow. But for some reason I feel this murky film between us, like I can’t fully reach out to it somehow because something is still stopping me. The Arachnia meets my eyes, and instantly I get the feeling that she knows exactly what i

My chest tightens. “What questions?” “About where she comes from,” Arachne replies. “About why things don’t add up. About why her life feels borrowed.” I swallow. “And you answered.” “I told her the truth,” she says. I laugh once, sharp and humorless. “You don’t tell truths,” I say. “You ration them.” Her eyes flicker, but she doesn’t deny it. “What exactly did you tell he” I press. “That her mother was Helena Sterling,” Arachne says.

sigaw ni Xander. ​Si Aria, gamit ang kanyang Smart-Fabric Nets, ay nagpakawala ng mga micro-filaments na bumalot sa paa ng Praetor. Ang mga hibla na ito ay hindi basta tela; ang mga ito ay may kakayahang humigop ng enerhiya. ​"Hindi lang ako marunong magdisenyo ng gowns, Xander," ngisi ni Aria habang pinipigilan ang higante. "I can also design traps."

Holla Arhhhhgh what happened last night?? My head hurts and I'm feeling like throwing up. My mouth feels dry and why is my hair like a bird's nest? Ohh yeah I was rejected by my mate. A pain so great engulfed me and I fell to the floor, how could archer? we're mates and I still don't understand why he'll not give us a chance, did the moon goddess make a mistake pairing us? My father can be very strict and even takes my freedom but I do not believe he killed anyone,

I showed no mercy, digging out the next fingernail. Her scream was piercing, but I didn't flinch. "Wait...it...manipulation!!!" she screamed, her voice hoarse. I halted, my hand frozen in mid-air. "What do you mean by that?" I asked, my voice cold. July bit her lip, hesitating. I tightened my grip on her hand, ready to continue the torture, but she began to speak. "The witches of Arachne...they have a special skill...they can manipulate time, dreams...and cause hallucinations."

Special Chapter 1 “Ang Pangakong Hindi Bibitaw Maagang nagising si RaiLen. Hindi dahil sa tilaok ng manok. Hindi rin dahil sa sikat ng araw. Kundi dahil sa kakaibang kaba sa kanyang dibdib. Marahan siyang bumangon mula sa higaan. Nilingon niya si Jorge na mahimbing pang natutulog sa kanyang tabi. Tahimik. Payapa.