Tentáculo Novels & Stories

I use the bodies as my shield from the mess they are making on the floor and take each step as if I was walking a cat walk. Heel, toe, heeel, toooe, heeeeeel, toe.

As the leader announces the beginning of the ritual I feel a barrier come up around the clearing, sealing us inside of it. Mellana approaches me with two chalices. One containing a dark red liquid, in a burgundy shade. And the other contrasting in white, but seemed to have a denser texture. She gives me the one with the red liquid. “First, you drink the potion to open your body.” The leader announces and I do as she says drinking the tasteless red liquid.

John says. “He left,” Elma says. “What do you me…”, Gabriel throws a piece of the broken floor at John. He swings his hand at Elma, hurting her shoulder with sharp claws. Elena’s dagger is still stuck on his shoulder. “That’s silver, how are you enduring it?” Elena is shocked. That’s right. When he came to rescue John none of their attacks stopped him. How strong is a Sphinx? In a blink of an eye Gabriel appears before her. He tries to grab her neck but she maneuvers her way around him and stops behind him.

Creatures that live in two realms, have a head like an octopus complete with tentacles, legs spread out at the toes with mucus like what frogs usually excrete when the animal is finished swimming. Ardina was pushed until he fell. Once again his body collided with the relief of the cave. He groaned, wincing in pain. The creature brandished its spear, the tentacles on its face coming towards it. Ardina panicked and he released his fire power spontaneously. It was progress for him, usually, Ardina would bring out her strength when she was desperate and unconscious.

If the tentacled monstrosity they fought in Antarctica was a wolf, the entity rising before them now was a living, breathing Himalayan mountain range. It had no defined shape. Its main body seemed to be a horrific amalgamation of jagged, obsidian-like volcanic rock and twisted, bioluminescent purple carapace. Colossal tentacles, thick as skyscrapers, pierced the storm clouds, each lined with abyssal suckers that continuously vented high-pressure, radioactive steam.

The huge tentacle fell and sank into the sea. However, the other tentacles whipped towards Charlie when he made that attack. Charlie was depleted of spiritual energy when he severed one of the tentacles, so he was not as agile either. He barely dodged six tentacles, but he was whipped by one of them. The tentacle was more than ten meters wide and more than a hundred meters long. It whipped on Charlie with terrifying spiritual energy. He suffered severe damage even though he was a Super Sanctuary.

Alexandra who didn't care she sounded rude says. "Your friends them dey find you for outside ( Your friends are waiting for you outside )," Tunde says while he scratches his head. "Which of my friends?" Alexandra asks already irritated by his mere presence. "The oyinbo one, the slim one with one wey I no know ( The fair looking one, the slim one, I don't know the name of the last person ), " Tunde says trying his best to describe them. Alexandra turns to him, obviously not impressed.

One of the two men suddenly flung open his coat and what appeared to be a Fostech Origin 12 shotgun came out of his side from the vast collection of guns that were hanging underneath. He emptied it, spraying the security guard with bullets that were being emitted at almost thirty rounds in less than eight seconds before turning back to his counterpart. The sound of bullets threw everyone present in the facility into panic, with people running to hide under their working tables. Moments later, the two men were seen running out of the facility, carrying a large metallic box and got into a truck. ★★★ Mr. Gilbert took over from the reception, applying his knowledge on History with the students f

The other was a tall man with the permanent scowl of someone who'd once been a bureaucrat and now had to carry a gun. The woman introduced herself as Marta Sánchez, formerly Control Acquisition Division. The man, DeWitt, didn’t give a first name. Marta pulled a tarp off a metal cart. What lay beneath looked like a human brain, roughly basketball-sized, mounted on a mess of tentacles and chitinous limbs. It had no eyes, but ridges across its central mass pulsed faintly, as if registering light. "Meet the enemy," Marta said. "This is a dead one. We think. Don’t poke it."

The latter found himself on all fours after the impact of many blades on his back and raised his head with a shrill cry like a wolf to the moon. Ragnar hastily pulled up the rope he was holding after he dropped the hanging bar and spotted among the hanging objects the longest and broadest animal spine that still had long, curved and sharp ribs. He swung several times to reach the huge carcass and hoisted himself up on it with a little effort. He glanced quickly below him and to the ground, he saw the giant who was on all fours, being tortured by the girl and crying to death. The colossus was right in the middle of the room, below the gigantic spine on which the little hunchback stood proudl