Spider With Wings Novels & Stories

It’s wings. A sick chill wracks my body and I crouch, ready to leap and run from the hunters and worse. But no. Between two iridescent, rainbow-casting wings is a pale, dung-colored dragon. I narrow my eyes and he plops down next to me, sending a whirlwind of sand into my face. He looks small here, the great beast seeming like nothing compared to the expanse of sand.

I stabbed over my head, dragging the blade with me towards its rear with a spill of silk. Its belly exploded in scurrying baby spiders, each the size of a housecat. The newly birthed young devoured their mother from the inside out, her screams shrill and lengthy. I ran up onto her fallen corpse, the hard shell of her carapace shattering under my heels, and leapt free, seizing upon a strand of thread that was suspended from a tree. The baby spiders surged up the trunk and I tied the thread around my waist so that I dangled over the massacre, as they pursued me.

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.

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.

Am I even ready for that? My nervous system kicks into overdrive. I'm not sure I am ready for Jeremy to do all the things men do to women with their hands. But, on the other hand, if I turn him down, will he sink so far into depression that he'll end up hating me? Is being a girl this difficult? There are way too many thoughts in my head, tangled like a web. Spider flight or ballooning is what spiders do to travel through the air. They build a web and let the air take them wherever they land. I was a spider in flight, and Jeremy caught my web and brought me home.

Arabella whispered, her voice quivering. To her astonishment, she observed the metal bars starting to dissolve as she clutched them with her hands. With caution, she eased herself out of the cage, an overwhelming warmth coursing through her veins. The heat within her intensified, her gaze drawn inexorably to the flames dancing around her. Then, as if by some enchantment, the fires surged forth with intensity, as if the ancient power of the Phoenix spirit had ignited within her. Turning slowly, Arabella fixed her eyes on the two majestic wings—flaming red and shimmering gold. Her heart raced as the realization struck her: she possessed the ability to manifest wings, just like Orga.

I drop my head on the floor, crawling like the caterpillar that I am. I can’t wait to have my wings so that I can fly, fly, fly, up, up, up, and away. Oh, wait! I’m already flying! I felt my body suddenly lift. I grew wings! No, this doesn't feel like wings. Have I grown another set of limbs? They’re huge! A pair of strong, muscular limbs wrapped around me. Did I become a spider? I cried. No, I don’t want to be a spider! I wriggled, wanting to be a caterpillar again so I could grow wings and turn into a butterfly.

"That's Nayla Seyfrid. The only known sphinxe to summon wings of fire. They carried her over the enemy lines and she'd swoop down, flaring those wings wide. One swipe of them, and you were incinerated." I stare at the ferocious image. She is hulking, her platinum blonde hair falling over steel breastplates. And there are her wings. Large and dangerous. The sketch manages to capture the deadly beauty of them. I note the patterns on them are sharp and angular, quite different from mine which are soft, rounder swirls. A suspicion rises. If she's quite possibly the only sphinxe in history to summon wings of fire, then... I could be looking at a potential ancestor.

Also known as Schatten des roten Nebels, they are always very thin, slender and particularly flexible, they jump like monkeys through trees, in which they dress in dark, red and warm colors, being silver, black, gray and red, they wear socks, sneakers made of spider web or wool. In which they control them, when they sing in their flutes that they control and go through the trees and the nests of the spiders that exist around the trees, in which they wear shoes, and their feet are like bats' claws, but without hair, because their feet have thin soles, with stinging hairs, Their hair like spiders, is warm, pale or silvery, because they live among the shadows.

“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.