Tentáculo Novels & Stories

she said. “And what does it look like, Price and his parasites?” “Dr. Octopus, but with a bunch of two-foot-long black smoky tentacles coming out from the back of his neck instead of his waist.” I loved that she would quote a literature classic and a Marvel comic just as easily. “And his friend didn’t look any better. They’re a dreadful sight to behold.” I recalled his sudden migraine and Amy confirmed that was the parasites, causing him health issues to feed on his pain and on his dependency on meds.

Actually, Aranjo took the medicine from his dimensional space, but if suddenly the bottle appeared, Aranjo was sure that the mighty general would definitely be frightened. "Come here!" Aanjo orders. "No, no need," said the General, retreating. "Come here!" Aranjo commands ferociously. The man came up to her slowly, then stood in front of her. Aranjo undressed the man once more and gently applied the medicine to the wound.It is a spiritual medicine from the celestial realm, which means it will be very efficacious for humans. Aranjo is sure that the wound will dry out by tomorrow.

EVE “I'll warm up the water in a bit, the cold will help with any swelling," Alex explained as he stuck his hand under the running faucet. Slowly lowering myself into the bathtub, I hissed at the initial contact against my torn skin but soon let out a sigh of relief as my body adjusted to the cold temperatures.

We were on the back of something that had been buried for centuries a bio-mechanical construct the size of a city. "The Living Citadel," Leo whispered, his face ashen. He clutched his head as the silver in his eyes pulsed in sync with the mountain’s roar. "It's not a building. It's an organism. And it's hungry." "Tessa, run!" I yelled. Tessa didn't need to be told twice. She grabbed a discarded grappling line from the wreckage, but as she went to anchor it, a tentacle of silver-white muscle erupted from the ground, wrapping around her waist.

Leo squeezes my hand. “Anything you wan Noves”

He is vaguely humanoid with a very long snout and what looks like ten huge tentacles instead of legs and huge arms each like tree trunks. He sniffs at the air, rheumy eyes fixing on me and then his mouth unhinges. “Terminate.” He says in a dry reedy voice and lunges. Those tentacles grow thicker and from each one emerges dark blades as long as my arm. I fall back in the face of its attack, working overtime to stay ahead of those glistening blades. It is incredibly fast, surprising given its size. “What are you? Who sent you?” I ask. One of the tentacles sneaks up behind me and opens a cut on my arm and immediately, I notice it burns more than it should. Poison!

Growing family "I think your mother should stand back and let us deal with this," I mumbled to her son Jackson. He smirked and shrugged his shoulders at his brave mom. We all turned when we heard the trees cracking and splitting apart. My eyes widened at the tall polynesian man with tentacles coming out of his head like cornrows. His eyes were large and bright yellow and he had neon blue octopus rings spread across his caramel colored flesh. His arms were thick and muscular with suction cups at the end of his long fingers. He was holding a thick silver trident.

I watched in shock as the water deftly wrapped round his arm. Adrian cocked his head to the side. "You think you're the only one good with water tentacles?" One of the icicles I shot earlier transformed into water, covering his bare right arm and merging with the other tentacle. Then the water split in two, creating a total of four tentacles. Two on his left, two on his right. "Think again, Araknee." The grin that lit up his face sent a shiver down my spine.

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.

She met my gaze, her eyes reflecting determination. Isabella passed me the shimmering symbol, infused with ancient power—a crescent moon woven with intricate symbols of strength and unity. "Where do you want it?" I asked Benita. On my arm, she replied as she extended it. With careful precision, I pressed the heated metal against her forearm. She flinched, the sensation of heat and tingling spreading, but she gritted her teeth, steadfast through the marking. As I finished, the symbol glowed softly, marking her as my Luna and leader of the Moonrise pack.