Tentacle Entanglement Novels & Stories

A black ethereal tentacle grew out at the middle of Zhu Wushang's chest, then it pierced into the space in front of Zhu Wushang. Like a destroyed mirror, the small space shattered to pieces revealing the void behind. A tentacle inside the void multiplied itself, from one to two from two to four to eight, going on until there are hundreds of them and it goes toward the direction of the two worlds within the void and wriggling around it like it tries to feel the change and similarities like feelers.

Massive, obsidian-scaled tendrils, thick as tree trunks, were erupting from the soil every few seconds, moving with a rhythmic, muscular intent. "They're initiating a 'Forced-Re-Grafting,'" Dr. Vogel shouted, his voice nearly drowned out by the sound of cracking concrete. "The Sombra-Net has decided that 'Entropy' is a contagious disease. It’s trying to 'Suture' us back into the link."

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.

They then turned from red to white before emitting the unmistakable scent of grilled meat. He frowned and took a bite. The rich aroma filled his senses—it actually tasted quite good. As soon as the tentacle meat entered his mouth, it transformed into a warm current, spreading through his meridians and replenishing his depleted energy. With that, the tentacles binding him severed from the main body, retracting swiftly into the cave. At that moment, the woman in purple landed gracefully on a thick tree branch beside the white-robed man. Her eyes sparkled with astonishment as she gazed at the scene. Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

Amora waggled away as a sob ripped away from her throat. Simon was sobbing when he snuffed a familiar scent, he knew about. "Lady Millicent," He rose startled about her presence... Millicent smacked her lips seductively at Simon has she waggled towards his side. He knew even though he has been trying with immense efforts to resist her, she has been quite beguiling. Unfortunately for Milicent, Simon was still over heels for me, and in a deep dark hole if anxiety whether she would return to be his mate or not.

The chamber began to collapse stones falling from the ceiling. Alexander finished Laura with a final powerful strike. Her body slumped lifeless beside Gloria. He shifted back to human form breathing hard sweat and blood covering his skin. His eyes locked on mine across the chaos. Heat flared between us even in the midst of death. The mate bond pulsed strong and urgent. "Daniela," he growled voice rough with battle and desire. "Come to me."

Raphael and I said, and she nodded. “Your world, mine, the underworld where the demons dwell, and The Beyond, the home of our precious moon goddess, are all in the same place but have two different planes of existence. These worlds collide at a frequency and place called The Intertwine. It’s like a bridge between the four. And because these very different places with different magic attributes and wavelengths come together there, The Intertwine is unsteady and thus produces monsters to help it be as balanced as possible.” Liana explained and stretched out her hand. A beautiful black flower with glowing white specks hovered in her palm.

on the wall were actually beads of water that had condensed on the rock. Em was already walking briskly through the cavern. "Wait!" He called. But she didn't stop. His confusion was turning to anger. " Em, what is this all about? Did you steal those books? She just kept walking. He followed her through the cavern, into a narrow tunnel, then into a smaller chamber. This one is was full of multicolored stalactites and stalagmites. It was brightly lit by a light source that Jacquard could not see. Strangely, man stood in the middle of the room. Jacquard did a double take.

“Rise. But stay low.” He rose to his knees only, head still lowered, eyes fixed on her feet. The air around her shimmered. From the small of her back, four sleek, muscular tentacles unfurled, ink-black, glossy, tipped with soft, sensitive suckers that pulsed with faint violet light. They were hers, extensions of her will, born of the ritual, thick and strong, glistening with a faint magical sheen. She smiled, slow, predatory. One tentacle coiled around his throat, not choking, just holding, tilting his head back so he had to look up at her. Another wrapped his wrists behind his back, binding them tight. The third and fourth slithered forward, curious, hungry.

said Silas appalled and stared at the gigantic, pulsating spot on his screen that slowly emerges from the darkness on us to move. “It’s organic. It's absolutely massive. And it moves.” The water before our headlights began to whirl. A huge sog captured the steel lungs, ripened us to the side and made the massive titanium discs knirschen. From the impenetrable yellowish rot of toxic water not two, but countless, fleshy, pitch-black tentacles, thick as ancient Tree trunks were. They were sown with crater-like suction cups from which thick, corrosive acid troff.