Havoc Symbiote Novels & Stories

By his side was exactly where she belonged. As soon as he felt all of her, he felt ALL of her. They were connected more than physically. He felt his demon intertwine with hers and his body was burning. This was their power. He pulled his eyes away from her body long enough to see the birds falling from the sky. It was storming. The sky could actually be falling. Imagine what they could do when they were actually trying. “Ally.” He tapped her thigh. She turned her head to look outside, but didn’t stop. The site seemed to have lite something inside of her.

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.

"It didn't take me long to realize that Haden's thirst for blood would get us all killed. I couldn't care less about what happened to our Mother and Father. But I didn't want you, any of our brothers and our people to suffer for what they did. That's why I approached Raphael. It took a while for his to trust me even though I was a kid. But he promised he would never kill any of my siblings if I helped him take Haden down." I frowned at his words. "What do you mean mom and father? What did our mother do?" I asked. Havoc's eyes softened as he looked at me. "That doesn't matter, Mina. What matters is that this chaos stops once and for all." Havoc commented. "I haven't turned my phone on since y

Everywhere the shards touched, the silk turned to black ash. Avery launched her consciousness into the center of the storm. She didn't use violence; she used Symmetry. She began to "Sing" her own DNA sequence—the unique Vane-Thorne hybrid—into the frequency of the building. She was telling the Sombra that the human host was not a target, but the "Master Key." The struggle was microscopic and monumental. At the cellular level, the proteins were fighting for their shape. Avery felt every calcification, every ruptured vessel in the city. The pain was a billion needles, a collective scream that threatened to shatter her mind.