Spider-witch Novels & Stories

Maiko Chiba also tossed Clara Beck’s mother onto the ground. With Uncle Drake and Fairy Doctor’s aura around, the demonic spiders with human faces didn’t dare to get close. “Master, what is this thing?” Maiko also felt strange. This was the first time she was seeing this type of spider. “Shura Spiderwoman!” Alex Rockefeller said. “Do you recognize it?” Fairy Doctor asked. “I’ve read about it before. It’s very difficult to deal with,” Alex said.

"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 --"

___________ Troy" The images inside my head were adding on every minute, while I was holding Air, hands. Every squeeze she made the more images popping up. I don't know what was the meaning of all the images that I was seeing yet most of the images that I saw through my head were Airlea. How and why the images of that girl appeared on my head was still puzzling through me. I was fighting not to sleep so when I saw Airlea fall asleep I slowly put her down. I face the woman who owned these small spiders that lingering on us. I take a deep breath and concentrate. I couldn't sleep now. I was the only one left, all of the witches had already fallen asleep and who knows if they could still wake up

Arax says. Turning on my heels I bump into Dionne the human that was going to be a sacrifice for the Witch, she's a pretty little thing clearing my throat I say “What are you doing here?” “ I was-” I didn't hear anything else she was saying because my Wolf Arax said that word again “ Mate” “ Not again”. I say knowing thayim not going to reject this one.

This obnoxious feeling he has towards her, that he thought had long since faded, is coming back to him. 'My aunt? She's gentle and kind, believe me. There's nothing to be scared about!' he recalled Anne's voice out of the blue. "To put it simply, I . . am the living vessel of the four Witches' blessings combined." *** Love, Charity, Courage, Humility, Pledge, Baptismal and Justice, the Gods of heavenly principles each gave birth to the uprising of the Seven Witches. There were no preserved record of the Seven's identity. And as for Serina, she was only introduced into four of them — including her late master.

The massive creature unleashed its webbing which was composed of burning silk to ensnare the three girls. I guess it is my turn, April G said as she raised her arms and froze the webbing in place. She then used her abilities to reverse the polarity of the webbing causing it to stop ensnare the giant spider ask it burned within its webbing. The giant spider recoiled backward as the Dean cast a forcefield around himself to absorb its collision against him. “Come on let us go, “April G said as the three girls continue to climb up the stairs. Once they made their way to the door, they were attacked by what appeared to be an eight-foot chameleon that wrapped itself against them.

And it does stop, but only because the owner of the voice catches up to us. Emerging from the sewer, as big as Caramel, is a hairy black spider with the head of a woman.

The street was narrow and old, cobblestones still visible beneath the tarmac at the edges, trees lining both sides and meeting overhead. "Twelve years ago," I said, "a witch from the Aldercroft Coven was fated to a wolf from the Cassin Pack. Southern territory. No previous alliance between the two families. The witch's name was Maren. She was young—late twenties—and, from what Rave described, she wasn't unlike you. Contained. Capable. Deeply invested in not being perceived as someone things happened to." Isabella said nothing. But she was listening with her whole body.

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

The chain behind me extending to allow the motion. The woman floated towards me and stopped a few inches from me. I recognized her as a sorcerous not by her appearance, but rather her ora. She was dressed all in black with a cape covering most of her face. All I could see were her eyes, which were glowing green. "What is your name, witch?" She asked me. I refused to answer. I only glared at her. She came closer and grabbed me by my hair, forcing my eyes to hers she peered into them as if she were looking directly into my soul. She released me. "I see." She said. "Tell me Mandalynn are you with child?"