Spider Legs Novels & Stories

It was still blacker than the dungeon even in the setting sunlight. It’s body reminded me of a spider with bulbous round shapes and long skinny appendages that acted as arms and legs. Its fangs were buried in Veronica’s leg and she was sprawled out on the ground. I ran up to it and pushed against it with all my might. Pulling out a small knife I keep tied to my leg, I jabbed it again and again. No, it could not have her! I would not allow it. It let out a whooshing sound and ducked into the shadow as it ran out of sight. I was not concerned with following it. What would I do with it anyway?

It was 100x bigger than the original one. "Scolopendra gigantea..." Soheil whispered as she remembers that the Scolopendra gigantea had yellow legs and the one in front of them also had yellow legs. Scolopendra gigantea was the largest centipede back on Earth, and the one in front of them is gigantic. The six birds gulped when the centipede suddenly stand up and it made the centipede looks so tall as a tower. "Change weapons. Long-range one. Target the eyes." Soheila whispered to them and Soheila took out her bow and arrows and the long sword that she had taken out was back in the spirit ring. Luna and Ezekiel also did the same.

It’s almost like— ‘A spider’s mid-section,’ Mr. Drake had said during one of his lectures, ‘is its cephalothorax. A fusion of the arachnid’s head and upper body.’ He reached the wastebasket just in time, retching the contents of his stomach—not much considering what little dinner he ate. The fly he’d swallowed earlier hit the basket, and he heaved again, this time only bile. He wiped his mouth and caught his breath while every part of his body shook, cold sweat dotting his neck.

I shook my clothes with effort, but softly; trying to get whatever was crawling inside my clothes to come off without raising an alarm. And then it came off. But it landed on my arm. And when I saw the brown hairs standing on end; with four eyes looking up at me, eight legs spread out on my hand, and its body that was the size of mother's comb. I screamed again. Foolishly. But I felt only half guilty. Because it was a Spider. It was a Tarantula. I screamed louder. And shoved it away, sending it flying into the darkness, then shot my hands to my mouth again. Now cursing myself. For screaming. Twice.

Time seemed to slow down, and all sounds were a thousand times louder. ‘Hogan will kiss me. He will kiss…’ “Wait!” I shouted as I raised my hand between us and stepped backward. But as soon as I stepped backward, I felt something beneath my feet. ‘I stepped on something wet and squeezed it with my right foot.’ Slowly, I looked down. Then, I saw the creepy hairy legs of a spider under my foot. Something crawled on the top of my head. I looked up. On my face, there was a huge spider crawling down to my nose.

I'm scared of the small, so it's even scarier if it's a giant. I heard something that seemed like a tight rope and it was moving. My senses became sharp and my eyes became wild and in a corner, I saw spider legs that were bigger than my thighs. I was filled with fear and wanted to run away from there, but it didn't move. Thou shalt not step thy foot on the did grind, mine own mistress. F'r thou art safe on mine own backeth. Even though he said that I was still nervous. Sushi started walking, and all the hair on my body stood up. I also see different sizes of spiders. There are small ones and big ones. Even on the ground, I see small spiders crawling.

There they were. Three black fang spiders. June had only read about them in one of the books Hunter had in his room back on earth but now she was looking one right in the eye. Or rather, eyes. It had eight. They looked like a spider in the sense of the eyes and the long, sharp legs. They had claws that poked out on the sides of their faces and they were covered in ugly hair. It looks almost like a beat-up chihuahua bred with a spider. It had four fangs instead of the standard two normal spiders would have and was twice the size of the average human.

Paula immediately started cursing, "What a lousy mall! All these gift boxes, but there's nothing inside! If you can't afford to do it right, don't hold events at all! Cheap bastards." Paula angrily stomped on the gift boxes several times. Oliver looked disappointed too, but he still wouldn't give up as he said, "Don't worry, Mom, there's still one last box. Maybe all the good stuff is in this final one." Paula finally opened the last box. In my previous life and in my dying memories, the last box contained a spider with an hourglass pattern on its belly that crawled onto Paula's hand. I'd seen that kind of spider on the news before. It's called a Black Widow. They loved dark, warm environmen

When it came closer, I noticed that it was a tangle of limbs and teeth, it even looked like a spider, and had more legs than a centipede. With each step it took, it only became bigger and bigger and it’s prescence would make anyone fear. It’s whole body was fully armored, it was as if it was segment like a millipede, how very disgusting, and what about its head? It’s head was very big, bigger than that of an octopus, it’s eyes were more than six, and all of them glowed with a reddish colour. As it got closer, it screeched, a very loud sound that drilled deep into my head, and charged immediately.

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.