Spider Legs Novels & Stories

He pushed it down, couldn’t help what he was. ‘I fear that we are going to have a very serious fight in a minute or two. Are you willing to make any healing poultice? We will need it when the fighting is done.’ These spider demons were venomous, and could use their legs like weapons. He wasn’t looking forward to this.

It was too far to reach. Tears stung my eyes. I blinked them back and turned my head, scanning the dark for any way out, and startled at the movement I saw at the edge of the web. She was crouched at the edge of the web, just past the reach of the moonlight. Eight legs, jointed and black and slick, each one longer than I was tall, lifting her up and up until she towered over the web on a swollen abdomen that pulsed in the dark.

He studied their movements and to where they kept his girlfriend Yennifer. The ground seems muddy and itchy with dead grasses over it. He began to scratch his neck when he felt something tickling on his nape until he clasps a giant spider. It looks made of metal just like a robot spider. Adoneram hastily began to feel numb all over his body and he saw black dots everywhere. He pressed his chest harder because he thought, something puts weight on it and he could barely breathe. " Mom, Help!" The last thing he said until he felt two strong hands yanking his arms forward.

"Okay, let's kill the spider. I am scared of spiders too it's not a thing to be ashamed of. Spiders can get anywhere. They got this long six legs which are... um... not nice looking at-" "You're making it extra worse." I smiled forcibly, hoping she could take the signal and stop the blabber. She groaned, nodding, "Okay. Let's just try to get out of here. It's just a big spidey who can't get out of that small door so it's advantageous to us." "Again, Clara. Stop before I shut your mouth." I sneered. "Right, sorry." She pulled me along with her, "Just dodge its slim legs. Oh! I know, think it as if it's dressed in a clown dress-wearing roller skatings."

Rolling over, I cringe with pain when I look at my abraided ankle, knees and hands. Swallowing hard, I look at the horrific sight before me. Spider-like creatures are crawling across the ceiling and surrounding me. It’s a horrific sight to see. The creatures look like large spiders, with spines on their backs, long taloned claws, and razor-sharp teeth. Their eyes are red, and saliva falls from their chelicerae as they gaze hungrily back at me. None dare to approach me. Instead, they pace around me, which is super confusing.

The web falls like curtains on the ground and we can finally see the demon that was attacking us. It is a cross between a spider and a scorpion. The main body is from a scorpion with a few modifications. The head has eight eyes on its head and the mouth of a spider. It’s but is from a spider, but from time to time, it splits open to reveal the end tail of a scorpion. The clicking noise it makes sounded like it was furious—or maybe curious. I can’t tell. Archer and I exchanged glances and we both agreed not to make any sudden noise or movements. It seems like it hasn’t noticed us yet.

- The first spider we find has me seriously questioning my life choices. It’s enormous—its bloated body glints like wet oil under the moonlight, easily the size of one of those fuel tankers. Its legs, long and jointed like spears, move with terrifying silence as it glides across the forest floor. Even at its size, it barely disturbs the air as it hunts. I swallow hard.

"There still one more." "Why are you so scared at a spider anyway?" "Because they bite and it has lot of legs. It’s freaking me out." "That’s basically how they are created." "I know that’s why I don’t like it." not even a minute later she shriek and jumped on my lap. "Valerie!" that caught me off guard. "What the hell?" "I’m sorry! The spider is on my leg. Please do something." I sighed and examined her legs and saw the spider crawling on her right leg. It’s not that big actually just a normal size but it has a long leg. I crush it using the tissue I have earlier.

I know it right away what it is—a Brown Recluse. Behind him, another spider comes. Its stomach is twice as round. On the tips of each leg, they appear to be more like claws as she pulls her way to the tip of the tub, but I know by three perfect red shiny circles lined down her back, she is no other than the deadly black widow.

We couldn't move or they would find us and warn the others. Alex looks to Bethany, and she nods. She quietly pulls out two of her throwing daggers, having them ready in her hands to throw. While she was doing this, I feel something crawling on my hand that was places against the tree. Something tiny, with what feels like eight needle-like legs. I look down, only to find a tall eight-legged spider making its way up my hand. I'm not much of a fan of bugs, but boy do I HATE spiders.