Creepy Squidward Novels & Stories

A sentient might have experienced any number of emotions, but the machine was utterly calm. It launched a remote through tube one, waited for the device to reach the stern, and scanned the incoming video. Unlikely though such a circumstance was, it appeared as though two or even three Loliginidae, or giant squid, had chosen to wrap themselves around the propellor shaft and been torn apart. Sharks had been attracted to the scene and were starting to feed. That was strange, but of no particular concern, since the problem would soon resolve itself. Or so it seemed to the machine.

We stayed on the heels of Mei-Lien as she wove her way through the crowds on Fremont Street. Bruce and I each carried a case containing a crossbow and Shen carried one with a supply of arrows. We reached the novelty shop and sent Bruce inside to look around. Besides the surly faced clerk who forever had his face buried in a horror novel, there were only a few customers inside the store. Bruce stood in front of the door that led to Wadim’s den and looked back at the clerk and the few customers that were mulling around. Making certain he wasn’t being observed, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a small leather pouch. He held it in his hand and walked very slowly toward the door. He eased

Squiggles caught his hand and clasped claws around his neck from behind. “Be gentle Mr. Kitty,” Crawley squealed while cringing his body. Squiggles squeezed his grip tighter and gritted in a deep voice, “Don’t call me that.” “Ah! Ah! Ah!” Crawley cried from the pain. “Mr. King, please don’t let your second break me. I did well. I should get my reward.” Assad finally glanced at the two. He nodded and Squiggles released the necromancer’s neck, glaring at him. Crawley curled up his nose at his assailant.

Jackson-crow spoke, his voice sounding like the rhythmic pull of the tide. He had shifted again. He was no longer a fractured image; he was a Man of Salt and Sea-Glass, his golden eyes reflecting the churning, dark emerald of the Southern horizon. "But the South? The South is a war of Erosion. The Lords of the Sunken Sovereigns don't want to delete you. They want to Dissolve you. They want to turn the 'Sovereign Sun' into a dim, underwater memory that never reaches the surface".

Bracing myself, I slowly turn and watch the middle of the lake begin to bubble as a large creature with the head of a squid and the body of a serpent rises into the air along with its eight tentacles. "What the hell is that?" "I don’t know," Fallon admits, "but I don’t think we’ll be able to handle it on our own. We need backup. Can you send a mindlink to Uncle Elleric and Cyrus?" "Yeah." Even though I had managed to piss Cyrus off and knew that he would give me even more shit given mine and Fallon’s current situation, I began to reach out until I sensed his familiar energy. To my surprise, he and Elleric were much closer than expected. Good, that meant it wouldn’t take long for them to arri

“I think we’d better hurry.” Ru was walking already and Lyric’s words didn’t cause her to pause, but she did raise an eyebrow before asking, “Why is that?” “Just a feeling.” Before Ru could comment, there was a scurrying sound up in the loft area. Ru stopped and looked up. Across the ceiling, a black shadow began to creep. The form reminded her of a large lizard, but this one had two heads. “What the hell is that?” “That… is a Creeper,” Lyric replied, stepping up beside her. “And where there’s one, there’s a thousand.”

Bob spouted while his tail grew more aggressive as it flicked from here to there even harder. “You mean Zed? He was just an acquaintance back when I was still alive” Suyi said with a clear expression that she had felt wronged. Her dewy eyes gradually teared up a little due to the sunlight hitting her straight on her eyes, and face. Seeing her like that made the fox cat’s heart flutter a little, he then sighed to himself and spoke no more, he would only be defeated by her own special way which never failed like always. “Fine, whatever, I don't even care” he said and faced his back on her, stating that he was not in the mood to be disturbed so carelessly.

“No, it can’t be.” The self-centered guitarist felt a cold, crippling shock run down his spine after seeing the mysterious image. Taylor felt a similar dread. “I saw this image the first time I got Barracuda,” Taylor in awe. The image was a humanoid Kaiju covered in purple and black armor, but with the head of an octopus. “Is that --” “Mason Black,” Soundhound answered before Taylor could finish.

The pain made my jaw shudder, and a long, slippery object slithered into my mouth the instant my lips parted, forcing itself down my throat and causing me to whimper. I looked down along the slippery object to find that it was not Dicken’s tongue—that part of his groin that should be covering his enormous member had spread open, revealing not a phallus but a bundle that resembled a squid’s tentacles. One of the tentacles from that part was what entered my mouth, and there were a few others slowly creeping up my trousers at the same time! “Linda… It wants you more than I do…”

And as the putrid water rained down upon the Embankment pavers and the figure deflated, it did not fall but continued shambling forward, arms outstretched, fingers grasping, jaws chomping. They’d inflicted damage, managed to hack the heads off two of them, but nothing stopped the creatures. The headless bodies kept advancing. The heads, lolling on their ears, kept chomping, as if possessed of a demonic hunger that knew no sating. And though they’d outnumbered their attackers twelve to six, they’d lost three of their own: Tim and two of the Drury Lane squids, Lem Carey and Jonas Falk. Worse, they’d been unable to reclaim their dead, but had left them where they lay while retreating with their