Rumble Tentacular Novels & Stories

“I can handle myself very well; just tell me where Isabel is? Antoine said. Jerika felt intimidated by Antoine at that moment. He was loud, angry and creating a scene out of his nature. Moreover, crowd started to gather hearing the commotion between the two. Jerika felt it was best to leave if Antoine won’t. Jerika stood to leave but Antoine grabbed her hand demanding answers out of her. Jerika protested to ask him to leave but she felt restlessness. She experiences pain in her neck and back muscles, increasing by the second. She was breathing with great difficulty and in few seconds she collapsed. Before Jerika lost all her consciousness she heard faint voices of people reaching out of her,

The tumor was still mimicking a pulsating heart. ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump. Each tentacle was like a branch of a tree, and beasts were growing and falling out of them. He latched on to one of the tentacles and started climbing it. The moment he touched the tentacle, he felt disgusted, as if somebody had released tear gas on him; the tentacles were oozing out a weird aura which made Creed's eyes teary and his mind fatigued.

Rumble... A tentacle smashed into the ground. It was like a pillar supporting the sky collapsed, instantly creating a deep trench dozens of meters long. The wind howled, the earth shook, and dust filled the sky. Seeing this, everyone fled far away and watched the beast go berserk, not daring to approach. “Well done, Andrius!” “Andrius, good move!” “As expected of you, Andrius!” “Andrius...” Everyone felt relieved and recovered while sighing.

remember it from somewhere. The tendrils lengthened and thickened, and the ends seem to grow into bulbous, mushroom-like heads or little suction cup like objects. Some tentacles snaked out and wrapped themselves around Shamira's ankles while others wrapped around her waist or wrists. Shamira was pulled to her knees as the serpentine forms ensnared more and more of her body. One of the tendrils with the bulbous tip hovered in front of Shamira's face as if it were looking at her, then it shoved itself between her lips and down her throat.

The beast shrieked as I got close to it, my gaze fixed on the remaining tentacles it had left. I would go for those first.

Long and slick. A tentacle. It was testing me. Testing to see if I was dead or alive, prey or carrion. My eyes were wide open, staring ahead at the emptiness in front of me. Even if tears were falling, I did not dare to blink. The tentacle slid down my face, to my nostril, landing on my lips. It was waiting. Waiting for me to take a breath. A single breath. I was finished. I was starting to lose consciousness, and every fibre in my body was yelling for me to breathe.

My blade barely makes a dent in the tough hide. Four or five of the tentacles have grasped the ship now and begin to shake and twist it like it’s a child’s toy, threatening to crack the metal hull. Whether the beast is trying to pull the ship under the surface or to tear it apart, I don’t know, but one thing is clear—the ship cannot withstand much more of this. Another tentacle breaks the mainmast in two, sending rigging and spars swinging wildly back and forth.

I wanted to end it all, kill every single person here. “Cena!” I shouted. Everyone fixed their attention on me as I glared back. “Present! And my oh my don’t you look delicious.” She states, leaning on one hip with no bottoms on and her breast hanging out of her blouse. I quickly launched a tentacle at her and it pierced right through her. She screamed as I broug her to me while producing more tentacles to ward off those that tried to help her. Two large crab claws formed from my shoulders and grabbed both sides of her body. I could hear her bones being crushed and her body popping and ripping as they began to pull.

Mia’s POV "I can't believe you dragged me here." Lila grabs my wrist and yanks me through the crowd, her pink-tipped hair bouncing. "Mia. Sweet, innocent Mia. You're about to have your mind blown." The Crimson Tent looms ahead, all red velvet and gold trim, packed with screaming women clutching overpriced cocktails. The banner above the entrance reads: THE THREE BROTHERS — HYPNOSIS, ILLUSION, AND DESIRE.

“More or less. Mostly more. The tentacles don’t just come out of faces, they come out of everything.” “Ah wouldn’t like that,” said Flossie. “You should have told us,” said Claire, shuddering. “So we’d be better prepared.” “I don’t think it would have made a difference. And these tentacles don’t seem to have anything to do with the ones I see. Just a weird coincidence.” I wasn’t sure if it was just that, but we didn’t have time to start speculating about it. So, of course, the speculation began. “They looked a bit like illithids,” said Maurice, drawing blank looks from the others. “You know, mind flayers.” Still blank looks.