Spiders Legs Novels & Stories

Matthew asked. For that question, the presence got closer to them and slowly revealed itself. It was a spider that had the torso and head of a human female on top of the spider’s torso. The spider was black with dark brown hair like a tarantula and the woman had fair and white skin with black hair. Her black hair reached her waist and she had eight eyes on her face, two of them normal human eyes with red irises and the other six were red semispheres placed around her main eyes. The spider’s head had the same feature only that they were all red semispheres. In short, it was a mixture of beauty and monstrosity in one body with it going more on the monster side.

She missed the company of others. She peeled through the thick layers of cobwebs as several spiders reared their legs at her. She was gentle in relocating them as she made an opening big enough for herself to fit through. She heard a gasp below her, "Did Guo not say that ladder was off limits due to the venomous spiders that nest in there?"

I know it right away what it is—a Brown Recluse. Behind him, another spider comes. Its stomach is twice as round. On the tips of each leg, they appear to be more like claws as she pulls her way to the tip of the tub, but I know by three perfect red shiny circles lined down her back, she is no other than the deadly black widow.

Jimmy shouted. The spider monster was enormous, its black legs were sharp enough to pierce a flesh in pieces, not to mention there are eight of them. Its eyes were glowing with hunger and hostility, convinced that what it is seeing is a set of foods bathing along the river to prepare themselves to be eaten. Alex looked at the monster where his brain immediately commanded the word 'run'.

"There still one more." "Why are you so scared at a spider anyway?" "Because they bite and it has lot of legs. It’s freaking me out." "That’s basically how they are created." "I know that’s why I don’t like it." not even a minute later she shriek and jumped on my lap. "Valerie!" that caught me off guard. "What the hell?" "I’m sorry! The spider is on my leg. Please do something." I sighed and examined her legs and saw the spider crawling on her right leg. It’s not that big actually just a normal size but it has a long leg. I crush it using the tissue I have earlier.

I said quietly, exiting the room and closing the door. I went straight to the bathroom, removed the pajamas, and looked at myself in the mirror. The main legs were still there but were the size of like a cigarette! The Spider legs protruded from the pubic bone and the back side of the behind, two pairs of legs on each side, that’s 8 legs in total. Think of it like placing a human torso on the camera tripod but with eight legs instead of 3 it was terrifying to see such a figure with that enormous height standing in front of you. It was like Arachne from Greek history.

She spun, leaping and dodging the strikes. Without warning the queen spider arched her butt, pointed her spinnerets at Helia and fired a gooey spray of fresh webbing at her. Helia ducked but her arm and sword were hit, gunked with the hot sticky substance. She tried to slash it away but it dried instantly into tough fibers. The queen spider used her spinnerets and claws to reel Helia closer like an angler bringing in a fish. Despite her efforts to tug away, the web line was too strong and so was the spider. Her feet dug into the ground, trying to slow herself.+

His dark exoskeleton clicked as six of his legs hit the floor, two of the shorter legs were couched near his body and his arms were almost as long as his legs. I froze, watching the sharp fangs that clasped in the front of his face horizontally. He could open and close them like pitchers. “Flowers,” I whimpered. Rhos sat close to me, and at that moment, I really wanted Luci here. I knew they would not hurt me, but they gave me the heebie jeebies! “Goddess Uriel?” the spider came closer, and I leaned back into the couch as best I could. “Uh, huh?” I hummed, barely.

she replied with a hint of sadistic amusement. "Ah, yes, the fear of spiders," the man acknowledged with a chilling smile that could haunt one's nightmares. "This particular breed is known as Latrodectus mactans, commonly referred to as the black widow," he explained, referring to the spiders within the case. With calculated precision, he delicately placed one upon Mr. Woods's bare chest, having previously removed his shirt.

My jaw felt fused shut. The mass reached my face. I could feel the microscopic prick of their legs against my skin. They didn't bite; they just moved, a relentless, dry carpet of chitin and movement. They flowed over my cheeks, their legs tangling in my eyelashes. And then, they found the opening. My mouth was slightly parted. The spiders began to pour inside.