Spider Elf Novels & Stories

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.

He was the only person here that wasn’t collared like an animal, which he took great pride in bragging about. Kieran also lived here with his mate, Spider. Despite the Band wrapped around her wrist, she looked much too fragile to be a Soul Stealer. Her voice was soft and kind; making me feel safe instantly. She had long black hair that had been weaved intricately to wind around the back of her head. Her skin was soft and pale, and her frame was slender. Spider had small, pointed elf ears and mesmerising purple eyes that made all my worries melt away. She wore a flowing blue and green marbled dress, which split into individual sashes at her middle. The dress came to her ankles, so I could see

Spider demanded as he tried to move away. “Christina.” Pagan said she scurried up his arm to settle under his hair on his shoulder. “She’s a purple knee tarantula and a social anxiety spider.” Shiloh smiled as she went back and took the other spider out of the box. Without asking, she took the lid off a water bottle and filled the lid. Setting it right in front of the brown and orange spider, he stuck his face in and began to drink. “He’s dehydrated and probably needs to eat.” She stroked the body, causing little hairs to come out. “He’s a Mexican red knee, and I would say, young adult.”

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 Prince didn't even know what to do or say. The Elf tsked. "Why are you looking at me like that? Shut your mouth. You look like a moron" But Ron was too excited to shut his mouth. Instead, he asked, "Are you really an Elf?" "Of course" the Elf replied, looking quite proud. "Can't you tell by my pointy ears? I am an Elf. A royal Elf for that matter. You should know by my silver hair and violet eyes. Every Elf of royal blood has both. My name is Kayziel the sixth. Brother of King Fayziel the third. Now, what are you still doing on your butt? Bow before me"

The exoskeleton type arm reached through the bars, leaning more into it since Loki was too afraid to come closer. “I don’t bite gods, child.” The spider’s voice was low, causing Uriel to jump. It chuckled, taking the fish from Loki’s hand and swallowing it whole. “The fish are getting old master,” the spider clicked its fangs together as Poseidon reached through the bars, patting its thorax.

, they are more useful for spying and Intel gathering on others without being found out, say hello to one of the creatures that made many patients follow a therapy to get over their excessive fear over these small creatures called “Spiders” These little creatures are so useful, ever since I got this idea; spying and Intel gathering became a child’s game! And through the familiar interface of the system, I can easily manage them and control them just like how you can control a drone from a distance, so I have been secretly spreading them to the people I need to keep an eye on… I have just sent before going out a few spiders carried on the back of the birds flock straight towards the imperial

I whispered. The healer finally gave me a genuine smile. "Thank you, Silver." "Kendra." "What?" He looked puzzled. "Silver is my wolf. My name is Kendra." "Well then, it's lovely to meet you, Kendra. I wish it were under better circumstances." Skye stood, letting my hand go, and rolled up his sleeves. "Now then, what do you want to do about this baby? I can save it, or I can do nothing, and it will die."

It was smaller than before, with softer edges and the feeling it emanated wasn’t foreboding. Jess leaned forward, approaching the inky shadow with caution. "Save me," the thing whispered—its voice the sound of a dying breath. When Jess woke, covered in a cold sweat and alive with knowledge. It was Caine, crying out to her to be saved. 'Don't worry,' she thought, remembering the unbinding spell. 'I'll save you.’

I felt ashamed of what I am wearing because of his presence. "What did you found out about the spider marks on the necks of those we captured, Wynzlette?" Cornell asked. "According to an acquaintance, one of their elders told that they are a sub group of the Desert Spider Pack, which is called the Rising Sun Spider Pack. They are known and talented killers, but she said that they have all been killed. A member of such a pack is impossible to still be alive because even their youngs were all killed." I narrated. "Which group does your acquaintance belongs to?"