Spider With Orange Legs Novels & Stories

And then I saw it. Emerging from the shadows at the far end of the corridor was a spider. But it wasn’t just any spider. This thing was massive—its body the size of a small car, its legs long and spindly, tipped with razor-sharp points that clicked against the stone as it moved. Its eyes, all eight of them, glowed a sickly yellow, fixed on me with a predatory hunger. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. “Run, little witch,” Jacob’s voice whispered, almost tender.

For some reason, Mama was giggling under her breath, looking back and forth between me and the guy that I guess was my mate. "Mate." We both said in unison as we stepped closer together. We took a moment to take in the other's appearance. He was definitely handsome, with thick raven-colored hair and aquamarine eyes. Wait...was this the guy from my dreams? He was tall with a body that looked like he spent all of his time in the gym, and I had to tilt my head up to meet his eyes. He was checking me out as well, and his eyes continued to look down to take in my legs when I suddenly exclaimed "wait don't look!" and moved to hide behind Mama. I was absolutely terrified that if he saw my legs, he

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.

I swivelled in mid-air, spun my body twice, and landed on the other side of the incoming insect. They had two sharp antennae, similar to a mosquito's but more so than a scorpion's. I knew if they mistakenly struck me with those ugly ledges, I wouldn't live to tell the tales. They had eight legs, two large eyes, a mouth like that of a spider, and saliva was dripping from them. I reached forward with a great battle cry, wrapped my hand around the smooth ivory hilt of the sword, which was decorated with runes, and slashed at one creature with all my strength as it dived at me.

She begins stating random words that they are speaking when I look up to the top screen. The screen was simple enough, just empty streets and darkness. What was above the screen, chilling like it just got home from a hard day’s work, was a spider. Not just a little spider either that would startle me. This spider was a Goliath Birdeater, and it was looking directly at me.

The security guard stands up and says; "Okay. Everyone, start to pack up your stuff. We will be leaving in two minutes." I put back my canteen into my backpack. I look at Dr. Smith, I see on her leg, is one of the most sizable spiders in the area. I tell her softly; "Look at me in my eyes, and please do not move." I extend my arm and touch her leg with my hand. The spider walks onto my hand. Once the spider is on my hand, I slowly start to take my hand off her leg and put my hand on the ground until the spider walks off slowly by itself. Dr. Smith looks surprised at me and says;

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?

His frantic thoughts were suddenly distracted by a sharp glint that appeared behind from her. Rapidly cutting through the night, it hurdled towards them. Recognizing its distinct whistle as it travelled decisively through the air, Allen twisted his body to avoid it at the last moment. However, the spider-woman who had been too preoccupied with her prey, had not been as lucky. The blade severing one of her eight legs as it swooped past, she hissed viciously towards its unknown owner. The golden orbs of her eyes shimmering like a fearsome predator in the night, the creature became unnerved even before Chiri Krane had emerged from behind the screen of darkness around them.

She can run, but her stamina would not match mine. ‘But that is not the important part here.’ I quickly looked back. Elizabeth stopped walking and she was staring into space before meeting my gaze. If I remember it right, Elizabeth fears spiders. There was a day when she went home crying just because she saw one. I was about to warn her, but I was late. On the top of her head, I saw a Theraphosa spider. It is a large spider, twelve inches in size. Theraphosa loves Yuronia fruits, and they live near the trees. It bites, but it has no venom. It does not eat humans, but instead, humans catch it and cook it.

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.