So What If Im A Spider Novels & Stories

I had to try to teleport. I kept stomping as I thought of king Alexander's class. He was my safest choice but I got nothing. I tried to push myself there but still nothing. I gnashed my teeth and willed myself to move but nothing still. A spider fell on my shoulder and my anxiety took over and I was running around in a circle while trying to will myself to teleport. Maybe it had to do with the soul. I had to do something. I kept having to push off the tiny black spiders that had long fangs that magically appeared when they needed to attack. One bite and I believe I was dead.

It’s not working; I need something else. Well, since I’m already stuck here—who knows where—it’s silly to just sit still. Besides, who knows what might be lurking around here? I need to look around, find a safer spot, and maybe even some food. Alright, Iza, you were bored with your life and wanted to shake things up—well, here you go, full throttle! I hope I didn’t end up in the distant past, where eternally hungry dinosaurs roam—or worse, that time when giant arthropods and spiders ruled the planet. Just the thought makes me shudder. I hate spiders.

“Yeah, I am.” “Geez!” The blue spider scowled at me. “There goes our privacy!” “I do not like people like her.” The brown spider tsked again. “I have to mind my words now.” “Are there more like her?” “How would I know?” “Should we bite and kill her?” The blue spider glanced at me. “If we bite her, she will die instantly. We can keep our privacy.” “...” I took a step backwards. “She is scared.” The brown spider laughed. “Oh my god! You don’t even know that we are not poisonous.”

Rider" "Hahaha, stop struggling, the more you do that, the more my spider web warps your body. Each second it would be tighter and tighter until you die, and I don't want that to happen, why? because we have just started. I have started to play with you.

I said and got goosebumps when I remembered those spiders crawling in my body. "We were so scared to see that terrific scene. You got your conscience back after six hours." Didi said and sat beside me. "That person knows that you have Arachnophobia, a phobia of spiders." Didi said getting into the puzzle, like before, and making me think again, what that psycho wants? I am not only afraid of spiders but also afraid of every insect. Only my family knows that I have this phobia, nobody else. Then who can do this?

Now is not the time. “Thanks,” I murmur. “No problem,” he replies, his brown eyes locking onto mine for a moment before he looks away. We continue, growing more confident with each obstacle that we overcome. But then, I spot them—spiders. Big, black, eight-legged monsters clinging to the walls like grotesque ornaments. I shudder, my skin crawling at the sight. “Ugh, spiders,” I mutter, feeling the color drain from my face. Karl looks at me, then back at the spiders. “You want to go back?”

I knew he must have seen me from the camera "Boss," Spider greeted turning to Mason and Ryan. "Hey guys, been a while," Spider smiled. Something he rarely does. I stood still, watching as he exchanged handshakes with my friends "How is she?" I asked Spider as we made our way into his house "Weak, she still isn't ready to say a word," Spider said and I nodded, making my way toward his stairs "Let's see how long she can keep quiet," I pulled out my phone, swiping through the video that had his twenty years old brother walking out of his apartment where he schools in Spain

Is he for real? “I’m serious. I know a lot about spiders, and more about science. They might listen to me.” Jeff realized this wasn’t a joke. “It’s inappropriate for me to address their close-mindedness on other issues.” He closed his eyes and exhaled. “But I can try to help open their minds to their own son’s transformation. That could be enough to spark further conversations related to diversity down the road.” He smiled. “What do you say?”

Petra's P.O.V. When I see the enormous spider above us, I want to die. I'm not scared of much, but spiders are the one thing I'm terrified of, with their weird eyes, eight legs, and hairy bodies. I seriously have to stop thinking about the damn thing if I'm going to have any chance of getting us out of here.

’ I can’t tell if I should back away or not. ‘I see traces of witchcraft everywhere on it.’ ‘Should I run?’ I swallow slowly. A bead of sweat rolls down my forehead. ‘You can’t outrun that thing in your current state, if you had awakened then it would be no big deal.’ He said if I had awakened not if I were complete. I file that to the back of my mind. “It’s a good thing you didn’t run.” My blood runs cold. Did the spider just speak? ‘So that’s what it was. Someone is using it to communicate with you.’