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When touched, they were sticky and left behind a disgust I knew I would never forget. The team leader, whom I now knew as Fredrick, warned us not to touch the spider silk. The tension in those strands was extreme. Even the slightest pull could make the nests above vibrate, alerting the spiders that prey had entered their territory. The climb grew harder as we avoided the sticky webs and the path steepened. We were getting close to the finish point. I kept telling myself that we would make it out alive. I saw a bird flying low toward us, then shifting midair into Damian. I figured I would get used to seeing people change forms if I survived this. Who knew? Maybe someone could even turn into a

His frantic thoughts were suddenly distracted by a sharp glint that appeared behind from her. Rapidly cutting through the night, it hurdled towards them. Recognizing its distinct whistle as it travelled decisively through the air, Allen twisted his body to avoid it at the last moment. However, the spider-woman who had been too preoccupied with her prey, had not been as lucky. The blade severing one of her eight legs as it swooped past, she hissed viciously towards its unknown owner. The golden orbs of her eyes shimmering like a fearsome predator in the night, the creature became unnerved even before Chiri Krane had emerged from behind the screen of darkness around them.

Call me paranoid. Call me what you will. But this place was freakish, and never more clearly than now as I pushed through a crowd gathered around a transparent tank in which an armless and horribly burn-scarred man wearing nothing but a Speedo sat among thousands of hairy spiders that crawled over his body like a shivering coat of fleece. The onlookers squealed as the object of their delight opened his mouth, inviting one of the hairy crawlers inside. When the spider accepted the invitation, their voices grew even shriller. When the man bit into it, they lost all semblance of belonging to a civilized species.

He didn’t flinch. “You think he’ll talk to me again?” Spider was quiet for a moment. “Yeah. Eventually. But you might have to be the one who starts the conversation.” “I don’t know if I can take the silence again.” “Then break it before it becomes permanent.” I nodded slowly, the weight in my chest not gone but a little lighter. Just enough to breathe. Spider glanced down at me. “Also, if I catch you dancing with another dude who wears his sunglasses indoors, I will throw you into traffic.”

I ask looking around at the cold and rainy night, the wind was also starting to pick up. "Then let's have it in your room, catch!" He shouts before throwing the basket in the air, I reach out my arms and quickly catch the basket as it went passed my window, also having to pull my towel up as I went. Without warning he starts to climb my drainpipe, okay does this dude think he's spider man? Wait wouldn't Spider-Man just shoot that web stuff out of his hand? I'm actually asking you that question, I don't know much about Spider-Man, I know how shocking right.

Petra's P.O.V. When I see the enormous spider above us, I want to die. I'm not scared of much, but spiders are the one thing I'm terrified of, with their weird eyes, eight legs, and hairy bodies. I seriously have to stop thinking about the damn thing if I'm going to have any chance of getting us out of here.

I shook his shoulders, desperation creeping into my voice. "Scott, wake up! Please!" But he remained still. Panic consumed me as the spiders drew closer. I pressed my lips to Scott's, tears streaming down my face. "Come back to me," I whispered, my heart breaking. Time, please stop. Just one more time.As if responding to my plea, time froze.The spiders halted, suspended mid-movement.

“Missed me?” “No,” Vulture replied. “But I missed the vodka you always bring.” Before Sokolov could reply, an alarm buzzed softly—one of the side passages had triggered. On a small surveillance screen in Vulture’s hand, two figures were slinking through the mountain’s back arteries. “Well, well,” he said. “Our favorite spiders are crawling home.” Within minutes, Spider and Widowmaker emerged from the lower tunnels—grimy, breathless, and armed to the teeth. “We come bearing gifts,” Widowmaker grinned, wiping dirt off her neck.

The spider from my dream—the monstrous, car-sized beast with glowing yellow eyes—was here, its massive body twisting and writhing as it emerged from the shadows. “How is this possible?” I whispered, my voice trembling. The spider let out a screech, its fangs dripping with venom. “Priscilla,” Jake said, his voice urgent, “we’ll talk about Jena later. Right now, we have a real problem.” The spider lunged, its massive legs crashing down where Jake and I had been standing just seconds before. Jake shoved me aside, drawing his blade and slashing at one of its legs. The blade connected, leaving a shallow gash, but the spider barely seemed fazed.

She immediately stood up and lowered her head in a sign of respect to the wolves as they advanced toward her. After receiving a signal from Blake in the form of a brief grunt to glance up and meet his gaze, she once again cast her gaze downward, this time toward the earth. Eve felt a tightening in her chest as the two wolves came even closer to one another, and an incredible desire arose in her to gaze at the Beta. The idea, the requirement, was so prevalent in her mind that it was almost like an echo. She slowly let her gaze to settle on his pale gray shape and then slowly moved it up to his face.