All Black Symbiote Novels & Stories

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

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

All of Humanity turns their faces, and their eyes wide open in despair. Thud!! A black gigantic 100 feet humanoid foot thud as it shook the earth from a burning portal, a towering dark image emerges from a dark corrosive smoke with red six eyes gleam from the smoke. Black Death is a 700 feet tall monster. The city skyscraper is but a small object compared to it. Its body is made of black and bright yellow-red flames. Its flames flowed down its body like lava water, it has dark legs and humanoid arms, horns jutting out like a Santa clause reindeer with teeth of a decayed human skull. Dark corrosive steam smoke jotting out of his mouth. It glared at the city in front of it. Black Death could b

I had blocked him out of my mind after calling for backup because I hadn’t wanted him to witness my final moments so I was surprised to hear his voice in my head. “You’re right mate, a world without you in it does not deserve to exist.” His voice seemed different, and I felt him through our bond right before he appeared right beside me. His eyes were black, and there was a dull gleam on his skin. I gasped because I had never seen his eye colour turn black before but I knew why immediately. I could literally feel the pulse of power radiating off his pores. His souls merged, it was the only thing that gave him so much power. This had only happened once when he brought me back to life, and I ha

I thought he was going to be furious by my words but he appeared to be calmer than I had thought. I went back to my room and my wolf won't stop talking about us being mates. " I hate to hear it" I yelled as I covered my ears. My eyes went to my wrist as I saw a silver line appeared there. I touched it and felt the connection with Alpha Kael, the ritual was already taking place.

Each of them formidable alphas from packs with unique abilities and legacies. Caius Knight Black of the Nightshade Pack was a tall man with long, sleek black hair that framed his chiseled face. His eyes were a piercing silver, sharp and calculating, often concealed under the shadow of his brow. The Nightshade Pack was known for their mastery over shadows and stealth, and Caius embodied that secrecy and quiet danger. His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace.

She looked around and activated the mic, “All clear.” “Two agents are on their way,” she heard the boss say. Vicky cleared her throat and opened the door to be welcomed by the sound of the medical devices connected to the patient’s body. She pressed her lips when she saw Black Tiger lying on the bed. His naked torso was covered with scars and bruises. Bandages were around his chest, where he was shot. Vicky felt sad even though she and the mysterious agent have never shared a conversation. Black Tiger is someone calm, almost invisible, but his presence is very strong among them. He doesn’t need words to prove to the agents that he’s the best of all of them.

— Mishka — “So?” Ethan asked me. Hellhound Girl and I entered the kitchen. Ethan, Amir, Karl and John were there. And so was what was left of the Alpha. He was not walking out of there. There was only one eye left and a slew of broken bones, some giving odd shape to his limbs. His breathing was ragged. There was a bunch of syringes on the counter that would have contained wolfsbane serums. So I guess he kept fighting back. The white tiles had smears of blood, pale in places, darker where it’s thicker.

The drop of black ink on my palm didn't behave like liquid. It didn't smear; it expanded, forming a perfect, flat rectangle of darkness that mimicked the shape of a smartphone screen. As I stared into it, the image of the "Real" Kaima—the one with the serial number **[ASSET-01-PRIME]**—blinked. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she was surrounded by a thick, viscous fluid. She wasn't in a park. She was in a **Vat**.

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?”