Spider-woman Art Novels & Stories

I whine. "Just one more.......Ok." She gets up and sits on the edge of the bed with her pad. "Ready?" I roll to my side and prop my head on my hand. "Show me." She shows me. "It's not finished, but I'd love to put this on canvas." I grin. "Sold!" I chuckle. "Stop!" She hits me with the pad. "Hey!" I laugh. "Careful with my artwork!" I snatch the pad from her.

Sirens are dangerous creatures that consumed the Greeks with their vocal lies. My life is a web—an intricate entanglement of the choices I have been forced to weave. I've created a web and have pinned Selah in the middle of my problems. I'm the hungry spider that feeds on the fly that she is. When my web breaks, I spin another barrier.... another lie. I wrap Selah around and around like a mummy for later consumption.

The paper itself looked ancient, but for some reason, it did not have the stylistic sense of its time. Draconian art revolved around empiricism, and therefore, portraits of women reflected the aesthetic sense of their respective era. This was different, however, as the woman drawn was a modern beauty in every sense of the word, with her large eyes to her luscious lips all depicted with extreme detail… That was when it spoke. "Die." The tendrils on the painting suddenly manifested and shot toward Frank. Still, just as he was about to dodge it, his ring flashed with golden radiance, and the tendrils vanished.

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.

I twisted sideways sharply, shifting back to human form and drawing the silver knife Rhys had given me. Silver flashed as the blade plunged into the spider's belly. The spider shrieked, its limbs twitching frantically. I shifted back to wolf form and lunged at its exposed weak spot – the soft tissue under its head. A fatal blow. The spider fell, but the poison was spreading. My fur was matted with it in several places, the wounds burning. Venom-Mist Spiders wouldn't just show up here. It was… Cassidy. That strange smell earlier, and the "herbs" she was gathering near the cave – it was a scent to lure the spiders!

“Or at least, it’s similar to one of his quotes.” She nodded. “Does all of Black Crimson’s art illustrate some fairy tale or another?” I sent her a curious glance. Motioning behind her, she explained. “Well, that one was obviously Rapunzel. And the one before was the Big Bad Wolf, right?” “Holy shit,” I cried, gaping at her before shaking my head and returning my attention to the road. “I think you’re right. I remember another one having some guy leaning over a sleeping woman and one had a mermaid on it, which must be—”

That was something he definitely had to save for future admiration. As both clone and spider saw their master approach, they stopped their apparent argument over which one is better and allowed Kirou to observe their works from up close. Having already taken many pictures following the instructions of the game itself, Kirou closely scrutinized both artworks before pointing at the one made in spider thread. Seeing this, the spider started jumping in celebration while the clone just shrugged before dissipating back into Kirou's shadow.

Vera looked innocently at Merry. She did not at all expect Merry to wake up at this moment or for the latter to place the blame squarely on her. Instead of anger, she sneered coldly. "The reason my design was called the Spider Queen was that the excellent flexibility of the armor design and was to also showcase the beauty of the armor's augmentation. I never said you could add the nervous core of a spider." Merry looked at Vera before her with an aching head as she snorted.

“It’s been nice knowing you, Spider.” “I’m not going to kill him.” Taz chuckled. “Intentionally.” “Do you want gloves?” Spider asked. “No, I’m not cold. Thanks for asking.” She replied with a grin as she pulled off her sweatshirt. She was in black leggings and a bright blue fitted tank top. Her slip on shoes lay on the floor. They circled each other for a moment and then Spider took a few hits to her abdomen. He had assumed that she was in good shape and strong. But the strong wall of muscle surprised him. She smiled at his look of shock.

The next second, the Holy Archer released the arrow as it hurtled towards the black spider. Just then, however, the spider seemed to sense the danger. It stopped feeding, freezing in place. The skin on the top of its head began to move, and a woman sprouted from it. The woman only had a torso and seemed to represent the spider's consciousness. The Holy Archer's arrow pierced through her body and lodged itself there. However, she did not let out a single sound. Her head remained bowed, as if she was saving the energy in her body. The next second, the woman began absorbing the power of the arrow. Eventually, the arrow disappeared, and the woman lifted her head before letting out a piercing scr