Spiders Legs Novels & Stories

Before I can even think, what looked like spider legs shot out of it and attached itself to different area’s of my body. I was terrified and unable to make sense of anything. My ankles, wrists, waist, and head were pinned down by this thing. I was already barely able to move and weak, now there was no way I could even move a fraction of an inch. I must be dreaming, none of this can be real. Images of arachnophobia flooded my mind as I laid helpless watching two spider leg looking things slowly reach towards either side of my head.

It was still blacker than the dungeon even in the setting sunlight. It’s body reminded me of a spider with bulbous round shapes and long skinny appendages that acted as arms and legs. Its fangs were buried in Veronica’s leg and she was sprawled out on the ground. I ran up to it and pushed against it with all my might. Pulling out a small knife I keep tied to my leg, I jabbed it again and again. No, it could not have her! I would not allow it. It let out a whooshing sound and ducked into the shadow as it ran out of sight. I was not concerned with following it. What would I do with it anyway?

A deep cut ran for half its head and green blood flowed from it. The spider body was 1 meter and a half long and its head made only 30 centimeters of it. She was about to ask if it was him who saved her and her son but stopped seeing that Aldophus was already on the other side of the battle and he had already began a one-sided slaughter on the ironclad spiders.

He tickled her leg and she ignored it at first, but when he did it again, she jerked against him. “Stop,” she whined. “What?” He sounded confused. He did it again, further up her outer thigh. “You’re ticking me,” she complained. She reached down to swat him away only to see the biggest spider she had ever seen crawling up her leg, probably preparing to launch an attack on her. It was too dark to see the details, but Irene was sure it was a beastly creature.

It screamed in pain, In that short instant the whole team made good use of it attacking and destroying its legs. “It worked! He can’t grow the legs back we can…” yeah I guess Oliver spoke too soon as what came next was double the amount of limbs we had seen previously. It looked longer with even more spikes. Thelma had turned already, and she was in a serious battle with the back legs of the spider, but suddenly it turned to her, releasing thick hard webs that pinned her to the ground. She tried to move and get it off her but it was too hard, it didn’t budge.

It's the middle of the night, why did I wake up at this hour? But then I felt something... No, it was several things, and they were under my sheet, I felt them on my skin, lightning! They were like ants, I felt them running down my legs, but apparently they were big ants. With my trembling hand I removed my blanket from my body and opened my eyes in amazement. They were not ants, they were spiders! Huge spiders. I did the first thing I do when I see one of those animals: I screamed. I screamed as much as I could while I moved to get those spiders off of me, feeling their little legs walking on my body was not pleasant at all.

The deeper she went, the more sluggishly she moved, the strands not breaking easily, their sticky grip slowing her movements until she couldn't take another step. Alright. Don't panic. It's just some spider webs. If I just take a deep breath and work myself free one limb at a time, I can get out of this. A calm, logical plan until, before her disbelieving eyes, a spider, more like a monster, with eight hairy legs, a million ruby eyes and a wicked set of fangs lowered itself on a thick cable like strand. The size of a large dog on steroids, she could have sworn the nightmarish freak grinned at its foolish blonde dinner. Holy freakn' shit.

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.

I'm scared of the small, so it's even scarier if it's a giant. I heard something that seemed like a tight rope and it was moving. My senses became sharp and my eyes became wild and in a corner, I saw spider legs that were bigger than my thighs. I was filled with fear and wanted to run away from there, but it didn't move. Thou shalt not step thy foot on the did grind, mine own mistress. F'r thou art safe on mine own backeth. Even though he said that I was still nervous. Sushi started walking, and all the hair on my body stood up. I also see different sizes of spiders. There are small ones and big ones. Even on the ground, I see small spiders crawling.

A giant arachnid, Leongrad had said. Watching it through my lowered lashes, the description was accurate only as to the number of its legs. Its body was segmented more like an ant, with a carapace shiny and studded with spikes, and its jaws were over bitten by a disjointed mandible capable of spreading wide in order to fix about a large prey and crush it into submission. It had netted the area with web, capturing my patrolling skeletons in spider silk, and binding me within my bedroll. It was busy devouring my ill-fated mare, but I was next on its menu.