Rumble Tentacular Novels & Stories

" Oh ;you gotta be kidding me " muttered Chelsea as she couldn't detached herself from the wall of the dome, her body was still recovering from its state of shock and fear and her limbs were stiff as board . The creature seemed as if it hadn't heard which was a good thing , Chelsea felt as if hundreds of ants were crawling upon her as shivers after shivers rose and fell , erecting goosebumps over her entire body. It was a tortorantula , if her memory served her right . Gigantic among its species , this spider was the most heinous and dangerous . Known for its Cannibalism, and monstrosity , tortorantula were nearly extinct since their body made wonderful armours .

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]

“Going to fill every hole, touch every inch, make you come until you’re sobbing my name.” The tentacle at my entrance pushed inside—thick, ridged, moving with muscular control that no human cock could match. My back arched as it filled me, stretching me impossibly, the suckers along its length creating friction against my inner walls that made my vision blur. “Too much,” I whimpered.

Whatever this giant tentacle is attached to, it's clearly not from pack. The suction cups spread across the window, and then the tentacle jerked towards itself. The window buckled, but held. A monstrous tentacle pulled its suckers down the windowpane, and the shrill screeching made me cover my ears with my hands. The ocean churned. Something huge was displacing the water. Holding my breath, I slowly walked out, trying not to draw his attention. I walked around the bar and grabbed my phone. There was no beep. I wasn't sure what was in the ocean, but I knew I didn't want to have anything to do with it.

an old man sang his joy away. Murai cleaned his face with his palm. He hurled the decapitated head away, and it landed on the ground, rolling over and over again. He ran down to join his brothers in gyration. They danced in excitement, swinging their hands in a dance of honor for a man due for it. When they were tired, they settled down on the ground, anticipating an explanation of what had just happened. Murai was ready to tell them. He still couldn’t believe it himself. What had just happened? Now that the adrenalin had finished pumping, he was faced with the reality of his actions.

Right after that, his chest was torn open, and a terrifying head popped out as more of the sticky purple liquid gushed out. Following that, countless tentacles broke out of Ralph's skin, swallowing everything they touched as the purple head stared at Wilbur murderously. Half of the head was Ralph's face, and the other half looked like some distorted creature. "You're going to disappear along with this place tonight, Wilbur Penn!" Just as Ralph's tentacles were about to absorb everything, Wilbur turned to run. The tentacles behind him broke a hole in the door as he rushed out. Wilbur charged forward for over a dozen meters. When he stopped, he saw that Ralph's tentacles had already pierced th

[Deadly Tentacle Attack]: Shapeshift a deadly and long tentacle to attack an enemy. [Abhorred Abomination]: As your existence is abhorred, you have a passive fear-inducing aura around you that terrifies any enemy that has ill intentions against you. They were quite a lot of Skills…

From the creature's mouth, the tentacle is popping out trying to pull the creature downwards. Even if it's giant it can't get away from a single tentacle showing that the tentacle is superior. Not even its large teeth can cut tentacle so the creature got panic and swim wildly making Mike advance more difficult. (Somehow my left leg is feeling numb because of the tentacle pulling me. This is bad I need to reposition myself.) Mike positions his body in a more comfortable way, rest his hands for a little while and continue advancing. (Oh shit this ride is making me nausea.) But he still advances.

The ringing sounds throughout the room, cutting through the cunning silence resounding in it. Although my demeanour, to any one who would be interested in taking one glance towards me, would seem calm and perhaps unfazed if I'm being pessimistic about things, the inner most deep part of my being screams in terror. One so heavy to bear the weight of it alone, but is forced to 'cause of circumstances. I would never admit it verbally, but as the ringing went on I wished internally for Amia to ignore the call and if one would dig deeper in my train of wishes I might have added that she would just disappear.