All Black Symbiote Novels & Stories

He wasn't sure the big tom was ready for how naughty and possibly dangerous it was going to get. Doll leaned up on his elbows, shifting his body and getting a bit more of Guru's cock in the process. The black sand was hovering about Hades, giving him skeletal wings as it caressed his body. And it was all about Spitfire too, covering his entire body so his skin was a gleaming indigo color. There was an unacceptable wariness in Spitfire's blackened irises that Doll couldn't stand to see. He feared there was a similar look in Hades's eyes as well.

I kneeled in front of him and gently took his hands in mine. "Only for a moment, but I'm right here with you. Use the mate bond to ease the pain and you'll be fine." I reassured. He nodded and took a deep breath. "Here goes." He sighed. "I, Elijah Black, Omega of the Midnight Pack, hereby cut all ties with the Midnight Pack and will become a Rogue." His face immediately contorted in pain and he put his hands on his head, groaning. I pressed my forehead against his and hoped that my presence might ease the pain a bit.

The response was instantaneous, explosive, and primordial. A deep, deafening roar erupted from Eldrick’s chest, not the multi-tonal, demonic rasp of the entity we had destroyed in the kitchens, but the true, thunderous voice of the reawakened Blackthorn Alpha. The cracked, weeping bond inside my chest didn't just heal; it snapped back together with the force of a lightning strike, a massive, concussive wave of warmth expanding through my veins like liquid gold. The psychic numbness vanished in an instant, replaced by the vibrant, chaotic reality of his presence, the sharp scent of cedar, the electric tang of ozone, and an absolute, feral protective instinct that wrapped around my mind like i

It resonated from within the data-stream itself, vibrating with a strange, harmonic purity. Sophia looked back and gasped. Zero’s digital avatar had transformed. He was no longer the scarred, trembling technician hiding behind a wall of monitors. He had shed his human constraints, his form expanding into a silhouette of brilliant, incandescent gold that defied the encroaching darkness. "Zero, get out of the link! Now!" Sophia screamed, her consciousness flickering like a dying candle as the dark waves of the "Black-Hole" virus buffeted her. "You can't survive a direct hit from a deletion protocol of this magnitude!"

I let out a whimper as my face elongates and I feel my finger nails become claws. I feel like hours go by buts it’s only minutes. All of the sudden I feel no more pain. I open my eyes and my mother is in front of me and I'm towering over her and Sarah they look……..tiny? I look and my father and brother who are both very tall at 6,7 and even they look small. "Hunny you and Midnight are amazing come look in the stream." I stager a little and take a few steps to the stream and I can't believe it when I see myself. I'm pure black my eyes are ice blue and almost glowing. What the hell how am I all black only Alpha's are pure black. M: that's because we are Alpha silly girl!

"Burn that garage to the ground. Erase every single one of his boys. You leave nothing standing. You hear me?" "On it." The liaison turned and walked out. Shinjiro leaned back, looping the footage of the smashed phone. He was already counting the bodies. Deep underground, water dripped from a cracked subway ceiling. Alexei led the column through the pitch-black tunnel, his flashlight cutting the fog. Behind him, fifteen of his elite Iron Anchor hitters marched in heavy vests, rifles up. Hugo caught up to him, checking his watch. "Alexei. Where the hell are we?"

“The blue line. It turned black. What does black mean?” Rian stopped walking. His grip on me tightened. “Blue is the acceleration,” he whispered. “Blue is the artificial attempt to bind.” “And black?” He looked at me. His expression was unreadable. “Black is permanent,” he said. “Black is the biological acceptance of the foreign soul. It means your essence has fused to the pack lineage. It cannot be undone.” “So I am the Anchor forever?” “No,” Rian said, his voice dropping to a rough growl. “An Anchor is a role. A job. This mark… this is different.”

The darkness didn't just hide the world; it felt like a physical weight, pressing against my skin with a cold, oily pressure. I could hear the rhythmic whine of the Synthetic Alphas' internal servos as they recalibrated, their mechanical frames clicking in the void. They didn't need light to find us. To them, we were just heat signatures and heartbeats—targets waiting to be liquidated.

Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation. The Black Wolves bore a distinct mark of their predatory nature. Etched upon their bodies, each member possessed a sinuous tattoo, resembling a coiled serpent with piercing crimson eyes. The mark adorned their bare arms, a visible symbol of their allegiance to the pack and their dedication to the impending destruction they sought.

After a secret engagement with Black Wesley, the young alpha of the black moon pack, Tessa discovers that the man she loves is getting married to his childhood sweetheart, Elsa. Unable to accept the truth especially after finding out that she’s pregnant with his child, Tessa desperately tries to speak to him, hoping he would choose her. Instead, she is publicly humiliated, rejected, and banished from the pack, leaving her homeless and broken. Five years later, their paths cross again. Only this time, Tessa has become someone he no longer recognizes. And by her side is a five year old daughter who looks just like him.