Custom Symbiote Oc Novels & Stories

RED ALERT! Blackening Value increase-75% The blackening happened so suddenly that Omeo who heard an unfamiliar sound inside his head furrowed his brows, as he was thinking who is it, having to cross a thought that he might have been bonded by a system suddenly made him feel ecstasy but before he feel an un-presented joy of finally having a system despite him not being a hero or Sotiras, a big shadow that was shaped into a weird figure appeared in front of him. The feathery and also was like a skin-bone feet at the same time was seen in Omeo sight who was still on the ground as he was still struggling on getting up and standing on his feet without any help from a person who take the initiativ

Rachel screamed hysterically while struggling desperately with tears and snot covering her face. Hamish looked at her coldly and took out a pair of handcuffs. "Ms. Jost, we'll know whether it's yours or not once we run a fingerprint test. We heard your conversation just now. Come with us." Before Hamish left, I handed him the test report for the bottle I had taken from Carter. I said to him, "Officer Webb, this is the substance I got from Carter before the incident. The analysis shows it's just vitamins. This proves that what he brought wasn't a real drug. I never possessed any drugs either. The only real drug is the one Rachel prepared herself."

He isn't protecting me from the Syndicate. He's watching the DNA Key rewrite my skeleton in real time. He's watching me become something that isn't human anymore. The ticker at the bottom of the feed reads: Sovereign Integration: 40%. The process is less than halfway done, and it has already started in my bones.

A tingling buzz emanated from it, jiggling her soft flesh gently. “Do you know what this is?” He barked. “This is the brat breaker, this will have you sniveling and screaming for forgiveness in no time… it’s my own hand held version of something called a Symbian used back on Earth long ago to satiate wild women like you.”

Format initiating, the voiceless, tectonic pressure in his mind whispered. In the physical world, Dante’s body seized in a rigid, terrifying arc. The blinding blue light completely consumed his eyes, spilling over his eyelids to paint his pale face in an eerie, synthetic glow. His jaw locked, his teeth grinding together so violently that one of his molars cracked with a sickening snap. Visible blue cybernetic energy, channeled through the mutated Ouroboros network in his bloodstream, pulsed down his arm and surged into the dead metal of the terminal.

But my solo experiments had taken a dark turn, leaving me craving more, needing more. That’s when I discovered Sibomin, an ancient alien machine programmed for one purpose: to bring pleasure. Sibomin was no ordinary sexbot; it was a being of pure sensation, its form shifting and adapting to maximize my pleasure. And Sibomin was also non-binary, its gender fluid and ever-changing, just like its physical form.