Symbiote Agony Novels & Stories

The digital displays lining the walls of Genesis Island’s central command center bathed Elara in a cold, blue light. She stood perfectly still, her eyes tracking the chaotic thermal imaging transmitted via hacked satellite feeds from the Volkov Syndicate’s fortified estate. Beside her, Dante mirrored her stillness, his heavy, warm presence a comforting anchor in the sterile, high-tech room. On the screens, the thermal blooms representing the Syndicate’s high command were systematically winking out, one by one. Her genetically targeted mutation—a brilliant, horrifying synthesis of biological warfare and cellular reprogramming—was executing its final protocol with ruthless efficiency.

he said, placing the food in front of her. Gwen frowned at first, and then winced as flashes of memories passed through her head. Different memories that spanned decades ran through her mind, and the emotions that came along with it; fear, hatred, anger, sorrow. “I remember,” she whispered, clutching her head. “I remember everything.” “So it is true. You really are the Abomination.” The doctor said. Gwen slowly looked at him, still trying to understand what exactly was going on. “Would someone please explain just what exactly the Abomination is?” Sheryl said frustrated, breaking the silence.

Agony had to have been aware on some sub-conscious level, as he'd reacted in fury when the vampire had struck her, but that moment had vanished in the midst of his other half's insanity bare moments later, and he had almost killed them all. He'd almost killed her. Not just the strange girl who had come out of nowhere, but her mother too. It was just like...just like all those years ago when he was born...Agony tried to destroy everything that they loved. "Stop, Kothari!" "Fuck off! I hate you! Leave us alone! You're toxic, Agony. All you can do is lash out and destroy everything we hold dear. We are stronger than you. Together we will excise you forever and you'll never hurt anyone ever agai

“I am the Primordial hybrid! I cannot be killed!!! I am the thing that makes lesser men quiver in fear.” “I'm well aware that you cannot be killed Kaden, that was a mistake I made the last time we fought. Then I didn't have a weapon to put you down with, but now I do.” Ymir spouted with a wicked glint in her eyes. She brought out a blade made of bones. I knew what it was, that was the blade made by agony. “This is the blade of Agon. It won't kill you but it would incapacitate you, leaving you in a lucid state so you can live through the pain. Now, I have the weapon I need to fight against you.” Ymir sneered, her eyes turning into pure darkness.

​"My throat... I can't breathe! Cough!" ​Agonized, guttural screams echoed continuously from the elite Lycan knights trapped on the floor below. In its gaseous form, pure silver was exponentially more lethal than its solid counterpart. The moment the microscopic metallic particles were pulled into their lungs, they instantly bonded with their internal energy pathways, completely blocking their transformation abilities and forcibly dragging them back into their weak, vulnerable human forms. ​Massive Lycan warriors, who were usually revered as unstoppable monsters on the battlefield, were collapsing by the dozen onto the cold marble floor, their fingers clawing desperately at their own throats

"You're so incredible. How about we have a pup together? Then we can rule everything." As he spoke, Logan began tearing at my clothes. I blushed but nodded shyly. "Of course I want to. But…" Logan pressed, "But what?" "I saw in my vision that after we come together, my gift of foresight will disappear. When the vampires attack, I want to help you... but I won't be able to." I gave him a pitiful look and continued, "I can only bear your children after you unify the kingdom." Logan believed me. He let go and asked, "When's our next chance to strike?"

You would like to see me come inside that tight ass of yours. More than pain I feel disgust and I look away to the floor, but I immediately regret it. My father's body, covered in dried blood, had his dead eyes fixed on me. His open mouth seemed to scream, and I shivered and turned my face away, letting tears fall, not for him, but for me. The rogue approaches me and brings a syringe. - Please, I can't take any more wolfsbane. - I beg, and he laughs. - Rest, I won't kill you – he says, sticking the needle in my neck. I feel the liquid rush in and burn my veins, and I scream. I don't remember anything else.

Now, the blood has been washed away and it was so glaring. I was reborn as Alyssa Arnold. "What!" I yelled, forgetting I was in the car. The remaining words stuck in my throat when I saw Tristan's warning gaze. How is this possible? Why am I reborn as Alyssa Arnold? And, how come Alyssa Arnold was going through a lot? The Alyssa Arnold everyone knows was a happy woman in a happy marriage.

- Luna growled, and her eyes changed the color to violet. Xavier's changing stopped immediately, and his eyes widened in shock. He mumbled as his throat was still in an iron grip. - Why is this not working? Who are you?

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.