Spider-woman Art Novels & Stories

"The spider belongs to our mate so the herbs must be good for us. That's all I care." "Tell our mate that we will reclaim our thrones very soon. Thank her on our behalf for everything," Alcott says to the ugly creature. It raises it's front legs and lowers them again, attempting to nod just like before. It creeps back out of the cell with much more vigor than before. Clearly it has a wide brain. * * * * * * Agila's POV I watch the spider make writings on the wall using it's web and I read every word. The powers of my mates are returning. They are thankful for the love of my heart and the herbs the spider delivered to them. They also plan to take back their thrones soon.

At one point, Spider nearly triggered an alarm when she froze, spotting a terrified young girl curled in a containment pod. “Hang tight,” Spider whispered, pulling out a small injector. “We’re getting you out.” Widowmaker smirked quietly. “Looks like your collection just got a new… project.” Spider grinned despite the tension. “I swear, if she starts calling me ‘Mom’ I’m blaming you.” They pressed onward, deeper into the belly of Valeria’s cloning nightmare, ready to unravel the next horrifying secret, Widowmaker carefully lifted the girl from the containment pod, her small body trembling but alive. “We’re getting you out of here, little one,” she murmured, voice gentle but firm.

This is probably a bad idea. No, my shoulder angel corrects, it’s an epically bad idea. Look at her. The woman has a humongous, hairy spider as a pet. You can feel the arcane magic coming off her in waves the size of a fucking tsunami. If she wants the damn thing so badly, there’s nothing good that can come from it. Immediately, my shoulder devil counters, except you being rid of it. And really, what do you care what she does with it after as long as no one in Candlewood gets hurt and it never comes back? In fact, you just make that part of the bargain.

The living room was inside, and the bedroom was even further in, but Christine suddenly felt the fluctuations of magic, which immediately triggered the 'Mage Armour' on the magic ring on her left hand, and she immediately flew out of the room. But it was already too late. A huge spider web covered her, Nazan the mage and the maid. It was a second level spell called 'Spiderweb'. This spell can create many layers of tough, sticky silk threads. These threads are similar to spider silk, but much thicker and stronger. They will entangle living creatures within range.

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.

She leaned on the pillar before the house and watched the spider struggling to make get away from its damp web on the rose plant. It's just like her, she doesn't want to leave yet she has no way to escape. At least she thought, helping it can make her happy. Her legs couldn't stay still so she went near the web and place her hand near the spider. It found out that she's trying to help so the spider came on her fingers. She had a small smile and soon the spider flew away to the dry area. Rathi was always afraid of spiders, lizards, and every creature that looks weird but after facing the betrayal, death, and cruelty of humans she thinks these creatures are so fragile and innocent.

And on it a mural, Tanya stopped breathing. The painting stretched across the ancient surface like a story frozen in time. Moon Goddess, radiant and watching. Dragon Wolves circling like guardians of fate. And at the center a woman silver-haired, yes fierce, powerful, alive. Tanya’s throat tightened violently because the woman looked exactly like her. “No,” she whispered, stepping back. Kael didn’t speak immediately. For once, even he had gone still.

My brother snapped his fingers. Two wolf guards dragged forward an old woman. Tattered cloak. Sunken eyes.Her nails are black as rot. A necklace of dried viper bones hung from her throat. The old woman jabbed a bony finger at Seraphina. “It was her!” the old woman screeched. “At the border market! Three silver coins for a black widow spider! The spider had a red spot on its tail. Not deadly. But it makes you convulse, and mute for three days.

Just two men and their wives. I walked to an art, immediately impressed by it. “This is beautiful,” I muttered. “I could feel the aura around it. It is perfect.” “That is the grasp of solace. It represent confident. Been able to fight off your enemies and gaining the power you need. The artist is a famous, but mysterious woman who never showed herself to the world. This was the only piece of this art she made before her death, and the last one.” I walked closer, looking and noticing every detail. “This art represents me in every way. I am confident and I am grasping the hairs of my enemies in my hand. I am a winner. I am the grasp of solace.”

And more. Until an entire wall revealed itself beneath the debris. My breath caught at the sight of a huge, beautiful but terrifying mural. The center showed a woman surrounded by silver light. A queen. Even worn by time, there was no mistaking her. Silver eyes. Moonlight woven around her. Power radiating from every carved line. Ciara stared in amazement. "That looks like Maya." I slowly nodded. But my attention had shifted elsewhere to the figure beside her. A dark massive wolf covered in strange markings.