Spider With Orange Legs Novels & Stories

Now is not the time. “Thanks,” I murmur. “No problem,” he replies, his brown eyes locking onto mine for a moment before he looks away. We continue, growing more confident with each obstacle that we overcome. But then, I spot them—spiders. Big, black, eight-legged monsters clinging to the walls like grotesque ornaments. I shudder, my skin crawling at the sight. “Ugh, spiders,” I mutter, feeling the color drain from my face. Karl looks at me, then back at the spiders. “You want to go back?”

I adjusted my hands so that it won't fall. I took a closer look at it. It was a spider. It was so small and yellow. It looked so cute and I moved my hand closer to my eyes to take a good look. Suddenly it stopped moving and I could see its eyes. Three pairs of black eyes staring straight at me. It was so fascinating that I didn't know how long I was looking at it and I forgot that I was in school with some boy standing near me. A sudden voice made me come out of the trance. "V, come on let's go." I saw another boy calling the boy near me to join him. And just like that, he runs to his friend leaving me there alone.

Her eyes were fixed on that little glass cell with golden webs. The spider itself was a mix of yellow, black, and red, and looked to her like something out of Starship Troopers. It was just sitting there, not moving at all, but Shamira was convinced that one of those beady little eyes was looking at her, thinking about how it would like to bite her pump venom into her system and -- Someone touched Shamira's shoulder. She screamed so loud that several spiders hid in the back of their habitats, Banshee glowered, and Clara was staring incredulously over Shamira's shoulder.

Spider demanded as he tried to move away. “Christina.” Pagan said she scurried up his arm to settle under his hair on his shoulder. “She’s a purple knee tarantula and a social anxiety spider.” Shiloh smiled as she went back and took the other spider out of the box. Without asking, she took the lid off a water bottle and filled the lid. Setting it right in front of the brown and orange spider, he stuck his face in and began to drink. “He’s dehydrated and probably needs to eat.” She stroked the body, causing little hairs to come out. “He’s a Mexican red knee, and I would say, young adult.”

It looks like a woman, but she is at least twenty feet tall with eight legs and a round, disgusting spider body. "Oh?" The woman tilts her head, and a shiver slips down my spine when I notice all her teeth are razor sharp. "What do we have here?" I lose the ability to move as I take her in; she is only getting scarier by the minute. The spider lady's skin is purple. Her hair is the same color as cobwebs and her eyes, god her eyes, she got about twenty of them red blinking things focusing their attention on us! Sleepy flies close to whisper in my ear. "Now would be an excellent time to run—Arachne loves to eat smaller creatures than herself,"

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.

Standing by with her hands covering her chest, she reached out to grasp the leg that Spider Queen used to attack her and forcefully snapped it at once. The spider screamed in pain in an instant. It glared at the Dodge Tomahawk, its eight enraged compound eyes flashing with red light. It shrilled, and then its mouth moved, as if something was going to spurt out of it. Nicole saw the anomaly and quickly bounced backward. The next second, the position where she had just stood a second ago, was hit by the white slime-like substance that shot out of the spider's mouth. The ground was corroded and turned black in an instant.

It hurt—God, it hurt. I groaned, my mouth filling with dirt, pain exploding through my body. My eyes met Kael’s as he hovered over me, our faces inches apart. “Duck, Maddie,” he growled. Kael stood up effortlessly. Above us, something dropped down fast, hanging from milky-white webbing. Not just one. Too many. Eight legs. Multiple pairs of eyes. Massive, threatening pincers. I gasped. “Spiders?” I struggled to my feet as Kael charged straight into the fight. His claws slashed through every giant spider that came near us. The wet, splitting sounds of their bodies made my stomach churn. Their high-pitched screeches as Kael tore them apart were disgusting.

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.

He tosses it up in the air and it begins to come to life slowly making it’s way towards me with lights beaming out of it. Sweat is building up on my brow and my breathing begins to become erratic as I watch it slowly come towards me. The orb stops a foot from my face and my eyes widen in a panic when I see two spider like legs slowly emerge from it. I try screaming, I can only get muffled sounds barely audible to come out. Tears are pouring down as I try to wiggle out of this hold, but I can’t get free. I can’t even move. “What are you doing?” a stern man’s voice is heard down the hallway.