Spider With Wings Novels & Stories

He had a cowboy hat covering his head and was holding an AK-47 rifle. As he made his way towards them, Queen stared at him intently, and her eyes widened in realization. When he got closer, the man was just about to speak when she said, "Black Axe, it's me. It's Queen, Queen Scorpion."

Bloodsucking parasitic predator of sentients. The vampire spread its arms like a prophet exhorting the faithful, and a glimmer appeared behind its back.Wings? Maitreyah wondered.Can it fly in here? Little puffs then appeared from the armpits, little clouds of pink dust.No, that's not what they're for, Maitreyah realized, as the wings blew the spores directly at them. Shakilah stiffened as a pink tendril reached her nostrils. So did part of Maitreyah.

a Phoenix. It's wings spread open fully to temporarily glide in the air, layers of flaming feathers thrashing around wildly. Its talons and beak were larger than the Werewolf's head with wings long enough to engulf a tree. Radyn could swear that the creature had spared him a glance before heading straight towards his chosen target, the boar. Oh fuck no, you damn living torch Radyn shared his thought with Kronos. He refused to be outmanoeuvred by an oversized pigeon.

He leaped into the air swinging the halberd, and a gigantic shadow of the halberd appeared before hurtling downwards. The gigantic spiders did not even have the time to react before they were crushed by the halberd, the broken pieces of their body splattering around. The other surrounding spiders continued to feed on the corpses of the dead spiders. Three spiders took a step forward, launching an attack on Wilbur. The others spat out more webs, grabbing the two six-winged angels.

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.

Rolling over, I cringe with pain when I look at my abraided ankle, knees and hands. Swallowing hard, I look at the horrific sight before me. Spider-like creatures are crawling across the ceiling and surrounding me. It’s a horrific sight to see. The creatures look like large spiders, with spines on their backs, long taloned claws, and razor-sharp teeth. Their eyes are red, and saliva falls from their chelicerae as they gaze hungrily back at me. None dare to approach me. Instead, they pace around me, which is super confusing.

“His wing is broken.” His wings reminded me of a dragon fly, so fragile and sheer that I could see through them, threaded with delicate veins, and possessing a pearlescent sheen. The tip of this fairy man’s wing had become folded in the spider’s tangle and did not straighten. It did not appear to hurt the fairy, but I could not see how it would be possible for him to fly. I looked up at Rivyn. He was watching me with the oddest expression on his face. “You’d have been better off leaving him to the spider,” he replied, “he won’t survive with a broken wing.”

In brilliant shades of electric blue and iridescent green, their scintillating wings compete with the sparkle of the water for beauty and attention. As he peers to see what holds her so spellbound, she points in close to where a brown-shelled monster is rising out of the water, climbing up a reed. Only a couple of inches long, it is a monster nonetheless. Then she points again to another, and another. Some are only just escaping their watery haven. Others have settled higher up the stems. Yet others have split open at the back of their ugly casing and something is squeezing its way out. And, in one or two places, can be seen the escaped occupants sitting drying in the sunshine, their sheath

It wasn't at the same level as but it was close enough. Shadow Arachne then dived out of the tree and landed on the back of the poisonous scorpion, just out of reach of its claws. Following its landing, Shadow Arachne once again spat out a glob of spider silk. This time, it was just ordinary spider silk which was then used to bind the joints of the poisonous scorpion's claws while reeling it in. If a picture was taken of this moment, many viewers would find it funny as it would depict a half meter tall spider riding on the back of a five-meter tall scorpion and is manipulating it like a puppet.

I questioned, my other hand joining on the material. It felt so strange, so bizarre, to touch his wings. To see something so out of my world. A weapon, possibly stronger than I thought, looking at the spikes. These were not just for flying. Both of his wings were weapons, fit for a king. "Do you want to find out?" Adrian smirked and a laugh escaped me, but it halted in my throat when I saw the near black eyes of Adrian on me.