All Black Symbiote Novels & Stories

By the time I was 16, I had already hacked, stolen, killed, and destroyed a few people’s lives. “This is why he nicknamed me ‘Black Widow’. I could get in, infect, and disappear without anyone knowing until it was too late.” I whisper, avoiding looking at Lia. “Granted, it wasn’t something I was entirely comfortable with, except for a few like Angelo’s father. They deserved it, but ultimately it was all just to so-called ’help’ my uncle, the boss, cover his ass due to his gambling and whatever other bullshit he was doing.” She runs her hands through her head, careful not to mess it up too much or her perfectly made-up face, heaving a heavy sigh.

I asked again. “I’m you.” The voice said. “I’m your wolf. I’m Nyx.” My wolf is a massive black wolf? And I don’t mean just the fur. Her eyes are completely black, the pads of her paws are black, her claws are black. Even her teeth are black. Not from decay either. She is the most solid black wolf I have ever seen. She is more massive and blacker than Aiden’s wolf. This doesn’t make any sense; I’m not an alpha. I thought only alphas got black wolves. “Nyx? How did you get in these chains? How long have you been here?”

Titus Blackwood. Alpha Titus Blackwood of the Venom Fang Pack is mated to my sister, Destinee Shaw. Well, I say sister. Her wolf is the wolf of my twin sister, Selene, the Moon Goddess. So that makes Destinee my sister fucked up, I know. But it makes sense to us.

“Do we all agree this is an act of war?” “This unprovoked act of terrorism cannot go unanswered,” Joana replied, her voice reverberating through the room. Her body was nearly mechanical, lite implants replacing most of her organic tissue. She was a living weapon, forged for combat. “Such haste will lead to ruin,” Bleak countered, his voice calmer but no less commanding. “We don’t have all the information yet.” “We know enough,” Joana snapped. “The dark attribute symbiote and the military rank relay core are gone. They’re building something, Bleak. Something dangerous. We bring in the Seers—Hound and Argent—and we’ll have the answers we need.”

“This part, calcified. Could be titanium alloy, maybe even osmium. It grew like this?” “Self-armoring cognitive tissue,” Schnell breathed. “No central nervous system in ze traditional sense. Dis brain fights back. It vas built to survive violence.” I didn’t say what I was thinking: that we’d all been built to survive violence, and some of us were better at it than others. The com unit on my belt squawked. “They’re here. Repeat: Control forces have breached perimeter. We’ve got Men in Black in the tunnels.” That snapped me upright. “Men in Black? Here?”

Wilbur was able to see the hundreds of thousands of demons on the other end of the black hole reaching out, craving his flesh and blood, as well as his soul. At that moment, Wilbur shouted out, "Tertiary Immortal Combat: Absolute Extinction!"

I deeply missed Sia; if she were here, I wouldn't worry so much, knowing she would be with me every step of the way. After offering prayers and completing the ritual with the priest and priestess, I followed to the shrine's other side. A hot iron rod engraved with the sigil brand of the Black Moon Pack was burning in the fire. I knew I was about to be branded with this symbol. The priestess approached me with the glowing sigil, and I moaned in pain as the hot iron impressed me. Afterward, I exited the shrine with Jennifer and Susan. Xavier and Kai waited for me outside the shrine, since this ritual was specific to the Luna, not the Alphas. Seeing me stagger with exhaustion, Xavier scooped me

' We’re the 'Symmetry' that 'Allows' the 'Spring' to 'Breathe' without 'Cost'. Dominic Thorne, the "Ice-King-Eternal," felt his "Vantablack-Indigo" anchor "Fusing" into the "Gold-Vanguard-Lattice." He was the "Sovereign-Zero." "The 'Symmetry' is 'Paid', Avery," Dominic growled, his voice a "Low-Frequency-Vibration" of "Infinite-Authority." "We don't 'Maintain' the 'Balance.' We 'Are' the 'Balance.' The '30-Days' have 'Annexed' the 'Concept of Time.' If we 'Sync' any further, we 'Delete' the 'Name' and 'Become' the 'Void.' We are the 'Final-Clause' of the 'Absolute-Standard'."

whispered Asen, his eyebrows rising. "Yes," Andhara replied. "They were trained by the Black Order, another name for the Orions. I've seen the symbol on their weapons. Look on that left arm." All eyes followed Andhara's pointer-and saw a dark tattoo resembling a half moon with a snake eye in the center. Nala bit her lip. "We... have been used?" "Yes," Andhara nodded. "We're just pawns." Claudia stared at the weapons unloaded from the large metal car. "That... wolfsbane?"

The very foundation of the mountain groaned, and the floor beneath them buckled, sending a tremor through the stone that felt like a dying heartbeat. From the smoke-filled hallway, the first of the Black-Sun Units emerged. They didn't walk; they glided. They were encased in liquid-metal suits that shimmered with a cold, ultraviolet light, their surfaces constantly shifting like mercury. They bore no faces, only smooth, reflective visors. They didn't carry conventional weapons; each held a staff of dark, translucent obsidian that hummed with the captive power of a dying star. Alexander stepped in front of her, his boots crunching on broken glass. He drew the broken hilt of his high-frequency