Novel & Cerita Ursa Major Black Widow

I stood by the heavy velvet drapes of the mahogany – panelled study, breathing in an atmosphere that was clinical and beautifully cruel. Isabella Moretti, the so – called Black Widow, sat in her own high – backed leather chair, her wrists zip – tied tightly to the arms. Brent sat at her massive desk, his three laptops humming with a frantic, electronic energy that mirrored the dark thrill racing through my own veins.

He balanced himself on his toes and still had the watch in a countdown. He patted her head as she was on the floor shaking. “If you didn’t have too may drinks, this would have been slower” he said. “W-what are you talking about?” she asked softly. “Well poison that’s all” he patted her head again and then grabbed on and pulled her up, and put the timer in her face. “The venom of a Redback Spider causes all the symptoms you’re having now, and can kill a human under an hour. You ingested five to six doses and that could accelerate your death” he grinned.

“Pretty smart.. pretty smarts . Always knew my boy was smart. So, they basically work on their own 24/7?” “Yeah yeah.” she smiled, AGAIN! “So, how’s this my business? And why did you guys bring me here?” Chad asked with one hand holding the bedsheets he wrapped around his waist. “…the Medusa were looking for a woman, Aisha. Because she’s basically the only one who has ever come in contact with 'the fisheye'. And they’re seriously looking for the Fisheye.” “…whoa whoa.. wait, who’s Fisheye?” Chad interrupted.

Alexia stared at them desperately and pulled back Scott's shirt so they could see the bite. "You're from here, right? What is this? He thinks it was a spider. Is that true? How do I help him?" The men took one look at Scott's shoulder and exchanged a shocked glance. "Was it a small black spider?" one asked, and Alexia nodded. "That's… that's a black widow. They usually don't come out of the jungle, but the hurricane could've blown it in." Alexia wasn't an expert, but the name alone was enough to terrify her.

When he got closer to Carlos, he saw that he was staring at his wife who was in the kitchen, making food that none of them would eat. "You can't just tell us to find Maria Blackwheel," Clark said. "Who the hell is she?" "She is a descendant of James Blackwheel," Savannah explained, standing up and not daring to look at Carlos' face as Clark had did. "My husband mentioned her name three times when he was doing a research on werewolves. He said she was very powerful and could form a link between the human world and the world of the werewolves. He said she was a saviour. A woman destined to liberate mankind from the evil reign of the werewolves at an appointed time when the moon is full. She is

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.

She asked, growing angry at his accusations. “She is a Vurthron, a black widow and a killer.” He replied. What the heck?

It was too far to reach. Tears stung my eyes. I blinked them back and turned my head, scanning the dark for any way out, and startled at the movement I saw at the edge of the web. She was crouched at the edge of the web, just past the reach of the moonlight. Eight legs, jointed and black and slick, each one longer than I was tall, lifting her up and up until she towered over the web on a swollen abdomen that pulsed in the dark.

Paula immediately started cursing, "What a lousy mall! All these gift boxes, but there's nothing inside! If you can't afford to do it right, don't hold events at all! Cheap bastards." Paula angrily stomped on the gift boxes several times. Oliver looked disappointed too, but he still wouldn't give up as he said, "Don't worry, Mom, there's still one last box. Maybe all the good stuff is in this final one." Paula finally opened the last box. In my previous life and in my dying memories, the last box contained a spider with an hourglass pattern on its belly that crawled onto Paula's hand. I'd seen that kind of spider on the news before. It's called a Black Widow. They loved dark, warm environmen