Custom Symbiote Oc Novels & Stories

But since she couldn't find Rachel and me, she turned her madness on them. Robbie lost his right hand. He could never again hold a pen. Ned had his Achilles tendon severed. He could never again serve in the military. A pitiful end, truly. But no, Rachel and I did laugh. Robbie and Ned had long since rotted in our yesterday. Now, I stood as a scholar presenting at international conferences, while Rachel became a businesswoman admired by all. Even our parents—the ones who once oppressed us and looked down on us—now come crawling, begging for our help.

"There’s iron ore in the rock. It’s scrambling the long-range scanners. Elias, how’s your HUD?" "Glitching, Ma'am," Elias grunted. "I’m blind past ten feet." "Then we rely on me," I said, pulling a pair of specialized goggles from my bag. I slid them over my eyes. The world shifted into a spectrum of electric blues and neon greens. I could see the heat signatures of the rats scurrying in the crevices and the faint, rhythmic pulse of the ancient subway lines vibrating through the ceiling. But when I looked at Julian, he was a dark void. My tech was still struggling to categorize him. He wasn't just a man; he was a concentrated storm of biological energy that the sensors didn't know how to rea

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.

Ding! Red Alert! Ding! Red Alert! Ding! Ding! Ding! 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.

I pressed a hand to my chest, right over my heart, where a dull, phantom pain still pulsed. Mika’s smile faltered, her brow furrowing slightly. “Ah, yes. That.” She paused, her gaze distant for a moment. “It’s the old bond, Reylap. With Malik. It wasn’t a true mate bond, we knew that. But there was still… a connection. Even a false bond leaves traces. Like scar tissue on your soul.” My blood ran cold. Scar tissue. The thought made me shudder. “I don’t want any part of it,” I said, my voice sharp, a sudden fear gripping me. “I want it gone. All of it. Now.”

Inside the Obsidian Labs hangar, the alarm bells wailed mournfully, like the screams of the dying. The three Valkyrie drones, Catherine's pride, the pinnacle of her technology, hovered in mid-air, enveloped by a nauseating, black and red biological substance. The substance pulsed as if alive, its smooth metal fuselage fused with twisted tendons and bone spurs, forming a horrifying symbiosis of machine and flesh. They were no longer machines; they were… monsters.

“Do we all agree this is an act of war?” “This unprovoked act of terrorism cannot go unanswered,” Joana replied, her voice reverberating through the room. Her body was nearly mechanical, lite implants replacing most of her organic tissue. She was a living weapon, forged for combat. “Such haste will lead to ruin,” Bleak countered, his voice calmer but no less commanding. “We don’t have all the information yet.” “We know enough,” Joana snapped. “The dark attribute symbiote and the military rank relay core are gone. They’re building something, Bleak. Something dangerous. We bring in the Seers—Hound and Argent—and we’ll have the answers we need.”

Doctor Tom said and stared at the liquid in a tube. "Blood of a werewolf, a Lycan, a Chimera, a Windigo and most especially an octopus all makes the one and only powerful symbiot, THE CHIMERA." He said and turned to the three headed dog. "Go to the streets and kill as many as you can....to prepare them for my arrival tonight...We end this tonight... There's gonna be a blood bath tonight." Oscorb shouted. Sharon places a briefcase on the table and opened it.

Her voice cracked. Yeah, she wanted that bribed healer to clean this up—but Martha was gone. And the other crib? Still. Too still. No crying. No movement. "James..." she leaned in, trying to whisper, probably begging him to grab the real pup before it was too late— But her words got crushed under the sound of heavy boots. The crowd shifted. Wolves parted. Five robed elders strode in, each marked with a unique crest. The silver-haired one with the full moon emblem gave me a nod.

“Maybe this little guy is good for something after all.” Mathin rolled his eyes. “Just like a woman. Save her life, and she snubs you. Provide her with grooming aides, and you’re her friend for life.” The symbiont turned out to be handier than a Swiss army knife. All Jasmine had to do was think of what she wanted, and the symbiont became that thing. Any manner of utensil or hand tool was suddenly available to Jasmine at a thought, including cups and needles. It even formed into a string for cat’s cradle.