Toothless Tail Fins Novels & Stories

He says and I watch him and nod my head at his words. He is in for a rude awakening. Your skin feels like it is being pricked by thousands of tiny needles all at once when the fur sprouts. Bones in your face break and elongate to form your snout. But having your leg bones twist together to form a tail. I shudder that has to be painful, not forgetting the fin unfurling from your feet. I lift my leg and wiggle my toes, and Charlie laughs. “I know what you’re thinking.” I wiggle them again and I look at him.

It was as if I had acquired a piece of the night sky itself, crystallized into this exquisite form. But the transformation didn't stop there. I could feel something happening within my mouth, a sensation that sent shivers down my spine. As I ran my tongue over my teeth, I could sense the emergence of something sharp and potent. My canines were growing into fangs, and they were unlike anything I had ever seen. These fangs were a pristine, gleaming white, like polished ivory. They were not overly long but sharp and finely pointed. The way they curved inward gave them a subtle elegance, almost reminiscent of a carnivorous predator's teeth, designed for precision and power.

The cryogen’s eyes were fiery green embers with a black stroke within them. Instead of a nose, it had two holes, and the jaws of a crocodile, stretching backwards as they hung open. Its teeth were black, and looked like jagged ice, their tips sharp and deadly like needles. The teeth were too much for its mouth and its tongue had more of them on it. The center of its head was creased like an ‘M’ making it look like a snake up to the nose. The body was a shining black, and the tail with blades shooting up the length of it.

Online frowned "Feed?" Tala's ears came out, she drew her jeans alittle lower allowing her tail to grow. Odine stepped back "You, won't dare" Tala slurped the salyva from her extended fangs and shot het claws out "Far out of town this place... No one here, to hear you scream"

He felt the ping of sonar hit his chest like a physical tap. Out of the gloom, two hundred feet away, a shadow emerged. It was colossal. At first, Jack thought it was a submarine. But submarines don't have tails. It was a whale. Or it used to be. It was easily a hundred meters long. Its skin was pale, necrotic white, covered in barnacles and metal plating. It had no eyes—just a smooth, bulbous forehead scarred by centuries of ice collisions. But around its mouth, hundreds of long, translucent tendrils waved in the water, glowing with a faint bio-luminescent red.

I feel the brief sting of familiar pain as my legs fuse together and erupt with scales as my feet fan out into long fins while a set of fins grow from the sides of my hips. I break through the normally chilly waters, that to my skin feel warm, and flip my fins swimming deeper, stretching my tail out for the first time in weeks. Not to brag… much, but I think I have the most stunning tail in the entire kingdom. My tail is 7 feet long with fins that span an extra 5 feet bringing my tail to 12 feet in total. My scales are a greyish blue that fade into royal blue and are shaped more like small feathers as opposed to scales. My fins are thin like chiffon but have the most gorgeous pattern on them

Day three and Galene still didn't have a tail or resemble a fish. Feeling miserable, she wrapped her arms around her waist and admired her sister's grace. In daylight, Miro's tail was a sight to behold. Massive windows lined one side of the building, revealing a panoramic view of Beverly Hills. City lights provided an impressive backdrop for an elegant predator with a gleaming iridescent fishtail who propelled smoothly through the shallow salted waters.

His tail is resting in the water, and scales are even on his elbows. Every inch of Hayden's being screams danger. His shoulders are broad, massive, and strong, and his teeth are pointed like ones belonging to a shark. He is roped in dense muscles with a fishtail covered in sharp scales to cut into his prey. No matter how much I squint, I can't change the fact that Hayden isn't a human, but I no longer care.

One. Two. Dawn sighed in relief. Aqua’s tail was intact, and her tail fins twitched under his attention. It was weird to see a fishtail wearing a slipper, but this was probably better than Aqua screaming in agony at the pain of having her fused tail mutilated or worse, becoming a slipper abomination. The same could not be said about trousers, and Dawn refused to put the theory to the test.

The pearl in my chest has come back online with a hunger that is not mine and a clarity that is, and the clarity is showing me — through the cold black water of the upper Hollow — a shape moving at me from the deep current with a mouth wider than my new tail is long. It is bone and teeth and a single flat eye that has been adapted to no light at all. The body is twenty feet at least. The body is older than my kingdom. It has been hunting in this trench for so long that most of its skin has fallen off. What is left is muscle, gristle, and a kind of patient hunger that recognizes me as the first prey in eighty years to ring its proper bell.