All Black Symbiote Novels & Stories

“If you must know in case you ever try, your poison in fact no poison works on us. But it won’t matter to you if you’re not alive” “But you just said you need me” he stated. “Yes I need you. And after you serve your purpose I can kill you. Just like the way you killed me. A situation where I gain and you gain. Sounds fair right?” “It really doesn’t” he said. “How is it possible that poison doesn’t work on you?” “Antibodies” Sachi said. “Now tell him what you have to so we can leave”. “Thanks to you, I’ve hit rock bottom and to get back to the top I need your unique ability”.

Yet only she could see this, see just his form but not him. To Sybil’s eyes it looked like a humanoid shape before her that was made up of swirling colors of energy that she could read. The drink acted like a tracer and it was colored black. She watched the outward explosion of the black ink spread out and condensed and she frowned. It looked like a spider, then it swirled and condensed again into a tiny ball that went down to his navel and looked like a tiny spider again.

His best friend Tyler’s eyes were completely black as he faced him with a silver knife, covered with wolfs bane. “What are you doing Tyler?” Adam had said, trying to keep his fear at bay. He needed to figure out a plan, find Suki and his sister Lisa and also find a way to save the remaining innocents and defeat his uncle and he was also torn between fighting his best friend. “How delightful painful of me to watch this. Oh just kidding. You see something, Tyler…doesn’t know who you are again, he obeys my every command right now. And he will do what I have asked of him, so as the rest.” Silas said appearing from Tyler’s back as he pointed all over him. Adam saw that the rogues attacking had on

Nixon's team, adept at exploiting the supernatural vulnerabilities of their enemies, incapacitated the bloodsuckers with swift and surgical efficiency. In the midst of the chaos, communication lines were severed, supply routes were disrupted, and the strategic network was dismantled. Silas's crimson eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he witnessed the effectiveness of their joint operation. The alliance, though unconventional, proved its mettle on the battlefield, showcasing the potential for unity between species deemed mortal enemies.

I can't still believe I have formed a blood pact with a demon. Suddenly, my heart pumped wildly then I just saw in my mind my red-colored grace of the Cancer and his black curse joining as one. After these two orbs united, creating a black-crimson orb, a new sign was inscribed inside it. It was a sign that symbolizes a fox and a crab. “Now, let's get going. This is the birth of the Black Zodiac,” Mammon said then the Infinite Prison broke apart into pieces.

Her skin was practically translucent now, golden light pulsing beneath it in time with her heartbeat. "It won't stop," Vivienne said, something like compassion crossing her features. "But you can choose how it proceeds." The first figure appeared in the chamber entrance—Leon Blackthorn's dark suit immaculate despite whatever chaos he'd navigated to reach them. His eyes were no longer human, shifting between obsidian black and midnight blue. Behind him came others: a red-haired man whose skin seemed to shimmer with heat, a pale blonde whose breath frosted the air around him, a silver-eyed man with electricity crackling between his fingers.

Down on the massive, golden root of the Blackwood Wastes, Caleb Blackwood stood up. His armor was gone, dissolved by the Null-Code, leaving him stripped to the waist. But he didn't look vulnerable. The Sovereign silver-gold runes on his skin were no longer just burning; they were integrated with the pulsing crimson veins of the Origin Blood. He felt the heartbeat of the entire planet beneath his feet. "They're coming for the branches," Caleb growled, his molten gold eyes tracking the millions of white shards screaming through the atmosphere. "Let them come," Scarlett’s voice echoed from above.

He nodded sagely, long hair hanging over his blacked out eyes. "It's cool, Syd. Like, the transformation, you know? Making the outside to match the inside." I tried to grasp it. "So, on the inside you're... black?" He bobbed his head happily, exchanging a glance with Pain. She smiled at me too. "Yeah, Syd, yeah. You hear it, sister. Black. Blacked out. Empty. Ready for the, you know, whatever power to come and, like, fill up the hole, the chasm."

Iolaire bursts out laughing and clinks her glass with mine, “Well said!” Whiro steps up to me, his already large nostrils flaring even wider. He flexes his overcompensatingly large muscles as they strain against his shirt. A black long-sleeve button-down with a gold tribal design over the left shoulder and down the left sleeve, paired with gold and black brocade pants. It actually compliments his otherwise beige-looking skin quite nicely. As he leans in closer, attempting to tower over me I can see a hint of the tribal tattoos on his body through the opening of his shirt. Is he trying to threaten me or flirt with me? “I have a strong feeling this will be your last year, Blackheart. If I get

, Noah looked around himself skeptically, as if he could see through the thick veil of darkness to the entity hiding within. “My name is BLK-043, and I am a highly advanced artificial intelligence working for the World and Soul Management Bureau. You may call me Black.” Black didn’t wait for Noah to respond, “Cradle, the world you used to live in, is but one small world among countless other worlds that exist in this multiverse, all of which are under our management.