Spider Woman Novels & Stories

Veronica asked, the lady did not even flinch at the sight of the dead bodies, true that she was known as the most heartless woman and deadliest Spy in the agency. “Approximately, two weeks or 17 days, not more,” Aryan said as he looked at the broken shades of glass. “Traces of any weapon?” She asked recording all the information. “Looks like a gun is missing but I can’t figure out what they have been stabbed with, brutal murder I must say,” Aryan commented as Sid looked around. With his lances. True that there were not many fingers and the ones he found belong to the dead ones. “Sid, examine this one,” Aryan said pointing at the glass that had some blood on it and a very faint fingerprint.

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

So she called the person she trusted the most in the world— There was a click as the call went through. “Hello?” “Madam Dahlia, it’s me, Spider.” Aria’s eyes were perfectly still in the darkness. “Good news. “—I’ve established contact with the assassination target.”

She looked at the woman in surprise and cast a quick glance at herself, as if from the side, she could not help exclaiming: “But how? Am I dead? Again there was laughter: “No! Of course not. You understood everything correctly: your soul has now separated from the body, but since I am nearby, this does not threaten you with death, although otherwise, this is exactly what happens. She looked closely at the woman: an elongated, disproportionate by human standards skull, thick black hair falls like a shiny veil over her shoulders, back, chest and ends at her feet with a dark haze. Pretty plump lips, two fangs peek out from under the top. Straight nose and large eyes the color of iridescent molt

Blood flowed on the ground as the villagers were locked in battle with a bunch of ironclad spiders these beast were known to be nocturnal but they were presently attacking people in broad daylight, Aldophus felt it strange, he couldn't keep on watching as the villagers were stabbed to death by the sturdy legs of the spiders and then carried away on their back, the brown ground was transformed in dark mud by the battle. An ironclad spider managed to pass the defense of the village men and reached for a screaming woman holding a child in her hug, trying to block the imminent blow with her body. SHRIIIIII! The sound of metal sliding against metal sounded as the woman mustered her courage to loo