Carnage Symbiotes Novels & Stories

He did not have to ask her to know she wouldn’t have counted the cost too high had she known what her attempt at healing would demand. Swallowing hard, he dropped his head onto his clasped hands and shut his eyes, trying not to think of what tomorrow might bring. *** The Symbiont delegation arrived in style. The morning after the assassination attempt, just after dawn, a silver ship with fifteen passengers glided into Haunt waters and docked. As soon as its passengers had disembarked, the ship broke apart, coalescing into fifteen silver hover cycles. Before the astonished eyes of the Haunt escort, the cycles sent silver tendrils around their rider’s legs to the knee, anchoring them in place.

The morning light crept through the trees, fractured into gold by the branches overhead. It filtered through the cabin’s dust-laced windows, casting a gentle warmth over the quiet aftermath. The cabin was quiet again—but not peaceful. Damien sat at the edge of the table, jaw clenched, examining the dismantled tech from the intruders they had taken down the night before. Pieces of synthetic muscle tissue, reinforced armor fiber, and neural relays lay scattered across the surface. He kept returning to the emblem etched into the inner visor: a spiral looping back on itself, like a serpent devouring its own tail.

"What is happening?" "Liam." The elders voice quaked as he turned from me, gasping in horror at something else. We were no longer in the fields. We were in a city. A city that was ablaze. I saw people screaming. Creatures chased them and murdered people. From the pale skin of the creatures, I knew them to be vampires. I looked beyond and saw something that made my heart wretch. Julian, the Alpha, my dad was dead. A silver stake had been driven through his heart.

Rhye wiped his bloodied blade on the dead Rogue's jacket and idly observed the swift disintegration of the last body in the alley. The postmortem cleanup was courtesy of Rhye's titanium weapons, a metal that acted as poisonous acid to the diseased cellular makeup of Rogue. The three bodies dissolved in the snow, reducing flesh, bone, and clothing to nothing but dark spots of ash against the pristine white.

Their bodies, once vibrant and full of life, withered and crumbled to dust, leaving behind only their lifeless souls. As the final echoes of the ritual faded, Mary Jane and Alfred lay lifeless, their once vibrant energy extinguished. But their sacrifice did not go in vain. The power they possessed, the essence of their alpheno lineage, seeped into the colossal statue that stood at the heart of the ritual site. Its twelve eyes, once lifeless, ignited with an otherworldly glow, pulsating with the stolen power.

He held them tight, shielding their eyes with his broad shoulders as the rest of the team moved toward the fallen form of the former Alpha. Beside the dark pool of blood on the concrete, a thick, oily, silvery substance was oozing from the wound—the synthetic catalyst the Weaver had warned them about. One of the sentries knelt down, pressing two fingers firmly against Damon’s throat. After a tense, silent five seconds, he looked up at Toby and shook his head, his hand staying flat against his own throat in the universal signal for a dead pulse.

“Useless…All of you are a useless bunch of idiots.” Then as if to spite him even further, another shockwave swept through the floor…even stronger than the last one. Equipment rattled, and a few glass vials of drugs shattered across the tiles. “Sir,” the technician at the console whispered, “the feed is coming online.” The screens around the room gradually booted, one after another, until the large central monitor fully came to life. A colored surveillance image stabilized. Elias stared in shock at what was displaying in front of him. Carnage was reigning in the inner compound, and his supposedly well armed and equipped soldiers were screaming in horror as a huge creature sped through them…to

And another. The corridor became a chain of carnage, each explosion roaring through the den like a macabre domino effect. The micro-adaptors Silas had forced Ruby to build, those harmless, innocuous devices everyone had dismissed as simple tech—were detonating from within the hybrids’ bodies, turning them into erupting sacks of blood, bone and shredded organs. Jason and the remaining warriors staggered back as the last hybrid collapsed into a steaming crater of flesh. Silence followed thick, metallic, and dripping from the ceiling.

“They are not my family.” “Oh, I am hurt!” said a voice from behind them. Vincent looked around in time to fend off a dagger of dark energy aimed at his nape. He held it with a third appendage that sprouted from his chest. Johan stared at him wide-eyed as a slim figure slipped out of a sliver of a gate that floated in mid air. His skin was as pale as death and his eyes were the color of burning coals. “Could it be that you no longer remember me, big brother?” he said to Vincent who looked back at him coldly.