Marvel Symbiotes Novels & Stories

“No one really knows,” he answered easily, ignoring Fallon’s dark look. “The Haunt like to call them parasites, but any Symbiont-human will argue that they are anything but. For one, they restore life and health to their human host, feeding off the impurities and dead cells in their body. In return they enable rapid healing, agility and an increased life span.” “Huh. Sounds kind of gross. Is it like a bug?” Andrea mussed aloud, thinking of several Star Trek episodes. She smashed another mosquito. “I hate bugs.”

Nothing had prepared him for this. The eyes first. Brown fading like a dying star, red rising from within—deep, ancient, the color of blood spilled centuries ago. The veins swelling and darkening into a pattern Soren recognized from forbidden texts of the Dark Realm: marks of demonic possession. But not a common possession—not the crude invasion of a lesser demon hijacking a body like a puppet. This was symbiosis. Demon and host fused at a cellular level, sharing the same body like two rivers merging into one. Black claws growing from human nails. Dark mist spilling from her like the breath of something that did not belong to this plane. And the aura—gods of the abyss, the aura.

Sarah cried out. "She was killed." Ezra said faking tears. "By who?" Sarah asked. "Werewolves... They're wicked people.. They killed your mom." He said hugging her tightly. Sharon entered into Mrs. Tom home and sat down. "You desire to see me." She asked. "Yes Sharon, i heard you're the leader of your team, it's about the Chimera." Doctor Tom said. "Okay." "It's a symbiot we all know of which merge into the body of the host, Oscorb and transformed his cells." Doctor Tom said.

"You're pretty damn lucky! I set a venomous snake on you and even took your antivenom, but you still didn't die! "Why won't you just die? Die already! Die!"

The glow between her legs was pulsing slow now, satisfied. The voices spoke again, clearer this time, almost gentle. We are the Honeyswarm. We came from the deep sea. Maxton gave us to you last night. We are inside you now. Bonded. You are infected. Bonnie’s eyes flew wide. “Wait… what?” Her voice cracked. She pushed herself up on shaky arms, water dripping off her nose. “Infected? Like… a fucking parasite? Are you shitting me right now?” Not a parasite. A symbiote. We give you pleasure. You give us a home. It is a good deal.

“The Receptacle. A masterpiece of sensory engineering. Built to be filled.” He stood between Nancy and Ruby, placing a hand on each of their heads. They leaned into his touch simultaneously. “The Symbiotes. Your bond is your strength and your cage. You are each other’s heaven and hell.” Finally, he turned to Erin. She shrank under his scrutiny. “And you… The Unfinished. The clay is still wet on the wheel.” He tilted his head. “What shall we do with you?” Erin said nothing. The fight had left her.