Spiders Legs Novels & Stories

The Spider Bone Demon, with a body as big as a round table, spread its eight legs and grew even more gigantic. Each leg was as sharp as a scythe. Poof! The white spider silk it spewed was almost like a high-pressure fire-extinguishing water gun. Zendaya initially intended to take the opportunity to kill the spider after imprisoning it. Still, the trap was instantly breached, and a large ball of spider silk spewed in, instantly hitting her body and trapping her on the ground.

The monstrous arachnid lets out a high-pitched, clicking hiss, its venomous fangs dripping with a glowing green acid that sizzles against the damp stone. The cavern floor, already slick with condensation and the rot of previous kills, vibrates under the weight of the creature’s jagged, multi-jointed legs.

The silence only grew heavier. Then… A faint scratching sound. I stopped walking. Scratch… Scratch… Scratch… The sound seemed to come from inside the walls. I frowned and stepped closer. Another scratch. This time it was louder. Then another. Then dozens. No… Hundreds. The entire wall vibrated ever so slightly. “No…” Hairline cracks of movement appeared beneath the decorative trim. Tiny black legs slipped through gaps no wider than a fingernail. One spider became five. Five became twenty. Twenty became so many I couldn’t count them. They poured from the walls like water escaping a broken dam.

I turned and stifled a shriek when I saw a fat spider swinging on its web. I didn’t think about the likelihood of spiders. “Yuck!” I said as I backed away from the quarter-sized arachnid and rubbed my hair to make sure there weren’t any other eight-legged creatures crawling in my hair. Looking around to see how large the spider population was in the tunnels, I was relieved that the webs hanging everywhere near the ceiling were mostly old and empty. The only places where live spiders hung around were near the overhead lights. Single caged bulbs that looked as if they had been installed recently were spaced about thirty feet apart. The wires to each socket were hidden by metal conduit that ran

My brain stops working. I can’t quite comprehend what I’m seeing. I’m shaking badly, but at the same time my body feels incapable of any kind of movement. All I know is that I can’t look away from the creature slowly crawling out of the sewers, its legs as thick as branches. Its face is pale and just . . . wrong. It has eight eyes like a regular spider, black and beady and scattered on its forehead. Its hair is long and flowy, and I don’t know if it’s just me, or if it has that blurry, crawling quality that makes my skin prickle.

She snapped at him. He wanted to argue but he knew she was right but for the love of her, there was only one insect he couldn't stand and that was spiders. Just the fact that it was staring at him with his eight eyes scared the shit out of him. Why would nature even believe that something needs so many eyes? He had two and he could see just fine. Also, he could never understand why they had to crawl like that, couldn't they simply walk normally! Just thinking about them were giving him cold sweats.

The silence only grew heavier. Then… A faint scratching sound. I stopped walking. Scratch… Scratch… Scratch… The sound seemed to come from inside the walls. I frowned and stepped closer. Another scratch. This time it was louder. Then another. Then dozens. No… Hundreds. The entire wall vibrated ever so slightly. “No…” Hairline cracks of movement appeared beneath the decorative trim. Tiny black legs slipped through gaps no wider than a fingernail. One spider became five. Five became twenty. Twenty became so many I couldn’t count them. They poured from the walls like water escaping a broken dam.

I shouted at Dimas. I saw him nod. After that, I didn't know what happened next. Because in the second after, I had to roll sideways to avoid the giant spider's lunge. Then I got up. That was when I could really see the figure of this creature clearly. This spider was huge. Its height can reach more than two meters. I had to look up to meet the eight eyes on its face. I was right. This was the ugliest face I'd ever seen in my life. In addition, the legs are very long and hairy. Judging from its characteristics and habit of hiding in the ground, it seemed that this spider belonged to the Trap Door Tarantula. Although I didn't know for sure.

The ball writhed as a tear began to form in it, before a creature poked its head through. It thick grey skin that was coated in shining webs. It’s five red eyes and giant mandibles made my heart seem to stop in fear when they directed down at Neeb. It looked just like a giant, hairless man-spider. As it pulled itself from the ball, it’s eight arms spread outwards; each with a hook on the end instead of fingers. The thing clung to the webs, munching on the ones it had torn away, while its beady eyes fixed on me.

"Okay, let's kill the spider. I am scared of spiders too it's not a thing to be ashamed of. Spiders can get anywhere. They got this long six legs which are... um... not nice looking at-" "You're making it extra worse." I smiled forcibly, hoping she could take the signal and stop the blabber. She groaned, nodding, "Okay. Let's just try to get out of here. It's just a big spidey who can't get out of that small door so it's advantageous to us." "Again, Clara. Stop before I shut your mouth." I sneered. "Right, sorry." She pulled me along with her, "Just dodge its slim legs. Oh! I know, think it as if it's dressed in a clown dress-wearing roller skatings."