Spider Verse Oc Novels & Stories

His dark exoskeleton clicked as six of his legs hit the floor, two of the shorter legs were couched near his body and his arms were almost as long as his legs. I froze, watching the sharp fangs that clasped in the front of his face horizontally. He could open and close them like pitchers. “Flowers,” I whimpered. Rhos sat close to me, and at that moment, I really wanted Luci here. I knew they would not hurt me, but they gave me the heebie jeebies! “Goddess Uriel?” the spider came closer, and I leaned back into the couch as best I could. “Uh, huh?” I hummed, barely.

Benjamin replied, his eyes seemed to be weighing me. “Besides, we will really need you guys to back us up on the defensive.” He added. “Thelma, be on the look out for the weak spot, you might notice while we are attacking.” Oliver said, releasing what looked like a trident. It wasn’t a lycan weapon but I could tell it was lethal. The spider had already revealed itself fully now. It was tall, reaching half the height of the colosseum.

Webbing dripped from its fangs, which were long and razor-sharp. “Oh, hell no,” Fatima said, backing away. The spider let out a screeching roar that made my ears ring. “We’re not running from this,” Jake said, his voice cold and determined. “We take it down.” “How exactly do we do that?” Sophie asked, nocking an arrow. “Carefully,” Althea said, her hands already glowing with magic. The spider lunged, its massive legs crashing down where I’d been standing seconds before. I rolled to the side, my heart racing.

-Mat made a stern face. -No, it's an excellent plan. -I toasted, raising my glass. -My nephew is strong, he'll kill the hunter with no problem. He's a hybrid, you won't stand a chance against him. Besides, we'll set up a specific lure. It will be very easy to attract a small group. Mat's silence made me understand that maybe he wasn't sure. But he didn't have to agree with me. Even Lysa didn't have to agree with me. Because I had already spoken to Luvioc.

"You're away." She let go of the branch and fell unceremoniously towards the earth. Although unnecessary, Shane caught her in his arms. "Tell no one," she muttered, staring suspiciously at the web. "She doesn't really have pet spiders does she?" "Black widow," Banshee said, overhearing everything, "brown recluse, three species of tarantulas --"

I pop the 'p' "But before you go searching for him, I need your help. A really enormous spider just crawled under my bed right now—" I hear the shriek first before Chocolate crawls out of my bed, his face twisted in pure horror as he dusts out the phantom spider from his body, doing a small dance while he does so, though he stops he sees the look on my face, his making a sad one "No fair"

“I’m not staying here.” “Oh, but you are,” Honey said, all silken tones. “If you want to live through the next week, you sure as hell are.” “Nuh-uh,” Spider said, all defiant and dumb. “I’d rather be fully eviscerated than stay here with that man for five minutes.” “Well, I’m sure that The Fallen Angels will oblige you,” Honey said. “And I’m sure they’ll happily use a rusty spoon to drag your insides outside. Sounds good to you?”

A deep voice pulled me from my list. “Um, hi.” “What are you doing?” “I, uh, there was a spider.” Edwards let out an incredulous laugh. “A spider?” “Yes.” I straightened myself and tried to regain some of my dignity. “A huge spider that I didn’t really want to share my bed with. There are poisonous spiders in California, you know.”

I shook his shoulders, desperation creeping into my voice. "Scott, wake up! Please!" But he remained still. Panic consumed me as the spiders drew closer. I pressed my lips to Scott's, tears streaming down my face. "Come back to me," I whispered, my heart breaking. Time, please stop. Just one more time.As if responding to my plea, time froze.The spiders halted, suspended mid-movement.

“I must confess, Mr. Roche. I might’ve left you if the Blood Eagles catch you. Or worse.” “I understand.” Zeki couldn’t afford to get recalled, knowing that he would return to Earth as an Ottoman slave. “Wait a minute, you were with me during that time I was underwater, were you?” He nodded. “I learned from a newcomer years ago that some spiders use bubbles in order to breathe underwater.” “You can do that?” I imagined him wearing a bubble helmet in his spider form as he clung to my hair while diving. It seemed amusing when I thought about it.