Spider Legs Novels & Stories

My jaw felt fused shut. The mass reached my face. I could feel the microscopic prick of their legs against my skin. They didn't bite; they just moved, a relentless, dry carpet of chitin and movement. They flowed over my cheeks, their legs tangling in my eyelashes. And then, they found the opening. My mouth was slightly parted. The spiders began to pour inside.

She is so small that she fit inside it comfortably. She looked at me and smiled. "Hi," she said. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Shhh....you are too loud. There's a weird spider centaur thing walking around. Are you trying to get us killed?" she scolded me. "You saw it?" I asked. "No, but I saw his eyes and his shadow. It was hu...huge," Her voice shook. "That thing has four eyes and eight legs!" She was close enough to see it, but how come it didn't attack her? I wondered. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her out of the tree.

The deeper she went, the more sluggishly she moved, the strands not breaking easily, their sticky grip slowing her movements until she couldn't take another step. Alright. Don't panic. It's just some spider webs. If I just take a deep breath and work myself free one limb at a time, I can get out of this. A calm, logical plan until, before her disbelieving eyes, a spider, more like a monster, with eight hairy legs, a million ruby eyes and a wicked set of fangs lowered itself on a thick cable like strand. The size of a large dog on steroids, she could have sworn the nightmarish freak grinned at its foolish blonde dinner. Holy freakn' shit.

Could something have happened to him? I shook my head, trying not to think about that worst possibility. Nutty must have already found Peter and was on his way back. As I prayed wholeheartedly for Nutty, I suddenly felt a strange crawling sensation on my hand. Looking down, I saw a black spider perched on my hand. Its body was round and plump, covered in fine hair. Its eight fuzzy, long legs crawled across my skin, immediately causing a burning pain.

I scratched my arm as if this was all I’d wanted to do in the first place, but a dark mass far ahead, before which the shadow passed, twitched. It had looked like a rock, but it moved, two long limbs rose on either side like enormous spider legs, and pushed it up. Beneath it, there were legs. The limbs were abnormally long and skeletal. The arms that had helped it stand up nearly dragged the ground, and from the torso, rose a head. And its eyes looked straight at me. I closed my eyes instinctively. I did not want to be noticed.

The reason it's called a kidnapping is that the ants were dragging a spider web, and tangled in the web in a mess was an insect, none other than a spider itself. What does it mean to turn the tables? This is it! When spiders weave their webs, they produce two types of silk: one is sticky and used for the capture threads that run horizontally. The other type is for them to walk on, the non-sticky radial threads. During web construction, spiders lay out the overall framework with the radial threads, then weave the web with the capture threads, layer by layer on the framework. However, the threads the ants were pulling were clearly the radial ones, leaving the spider in the middle without any r

Also known as Schatten des roten Nebels, they are always very thin, slender and particularly flexible, they jump like monkeys through trees, in which they dress in dark, red and warm colors, being silver, black, gray and red, they wear socks, sneakers made of spider web or wool. In which they control them, when they sing in their flutes that they control and go through the trees and the nests of the spiders that exist around the trees, in which they wear shoes, and their feet are like bats' claws, but without hair, because their feet have thin soles, with stinging hairs, Their hair like spiders, is warm, pale or silvery, because they live among the shadows.

The silence only grew heavier. Then… A faint scratching sound. I stopped walking. Scratch… Scratch… Scratch… The sound seemed to come from inside the walls. I frowned and stepped closer. Another scratch. This time it was louder. Then another. Then dozens. No… Hundreds. The entire wall vibrated ever so slightly. “No…” Hairline cracks of movement appeared beneath the decorative trim. Tiny black legs slipped through gaps no wider than a fingernail. One spider became five. Five became twenty. Twenty became so many I couldn’t count them. They poured from the walls like water escaping a broken dam.

There is no way I will attend the next class without eating. The longer she takes to respond, the deeper my teeth sink into my lower lip. I close my eyes and breathe through my mouth. This is not the time to exert revenge. Yes, I was ignoring her but this is important. Something crawls up my arm, everything slows at the sight of the tiny legged creature and a scream tears through my lips. I close my eyes, willing myself to forget the image of the large spider moving up my hand. My legs tremble so bad I have to lean on the door for support.

A deep cut ran for half its head and green blood flowed from it. The spider body was 1 meter and a half long and its head made only 30 centimeters of it. She was about to ask if it was him who saved her and her son but stopped seeing that Aldophus was already on the other side of the battle and he had already began a one-sided slaughter on the ironclad spiders.