Novel & Cerita Symbiote Fanfiction

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.

She lifted her left hand and was holding a small vial with their ritual drink in it. “I want to do this with you. I want to be your mate.” Sybil was trying not to shake as she said the words that made her feel so vulnerable. Even with the things he said before. What if with how long it took her he changed his mind. He looked frozen and she swallowed. “Of course if you don’t wish to anymore…” She started to lower her hand but he was quick to take hold of her wrist and stop her. He took the vial from her hand and used his thumb to pop the top on it while he was staring at her very intensely.

She opened her mouth to protest, but he squeezed her hand under the table in warning. “She wouldn’t have to,” Leo offered, standing up to move beside Jasmine. Without a word, she reached out and took Jasmine’s free hand. “Leo, no!” Jackson shouted, standing up, but it was too late. Their symbionts flowed together; forming one interlocked whole, and pulsed. Jasmine jerked in surprise as a warm buzz flowed through her body, concentrated in her left arm, and then flowed out through her symbiont and into Leo’s. The symbionts separated and streamed back to their respective hosts.

The sun had fully risen by the time the team returned to Nightwind, But there was no warmth in its light. The encounter in Blackpine had left them scorched, physically unhurt, but mentally singed by what they’d seen Kael. In a woman, In a mirror, In the bloodline In Liora’s shadow. Sera slammed the doors shut behind them. “I don’t like this,” she growled. Altheya’s brow was furrowed. “It’s not resurrection. It’s… something worse. Symbiosis. He’s hiding inside her like a parasite.”

I rolled to my side swiftly, dodging his attack when he lunged at me again. “Am I too fast stealer Bella?” He taunted with an evil chuckle. “Or maybe your mate’s blood and that of your stealer friend is too strong.” “What the hell are you talking about?” I growled as I stood up, clenching my fists tights as I took repeated deep breaths. “Oh I mean, your mate’s blood and that of your stealer friend’s to form this symbiosis called me, is way too strong.” “How the hell did you get Linda’s blood?”

“Do I have something on my face?” Ezra smirked. “Because you finally look relaxed. Our first meeting was… tense. We just want you to feel comfortable around us.” I studied their faces. For the first time since last night, they weren’t looking at me like they wanted to devour me. They looked… normal. “Well, since last night, all of you have been wanting to fuck me, so what do you expect?” I shot back. Viggo chuckled lightly. “You can’t blame us, Sybil. You’re our fated mate. Under the full moon, the bond is stronger—we lose control. Even your scent alone drives us crazy.”

He inserted his index finger into my pussy, thrusting it in and out, maintaining his thumb that slid up and down my clit. The pressure was building up fast. I moaned consistently, grabbing his hair strands and pulling on them tightly as he quickened his pace. I felt something spurt out down there, and I felt like it came orgasm. But after that, I felt I want much more than before. “Fuck me, hurry.” I cried. “I am coming in.” he said, then I felt something fill me up. He kept picking up the pace and I felt more excited than ever. I suddenly woke up and saw Lycan lying next to me. The soreness reminded me of what had happened last night.

of Juna’s bio-turbine—a signal that was close enough to the Symmetry to be recognizable, but distorted enough to be perceived as a "Malignant Mutation." Avery Vane-Thorne stood on the roof of the high school, her white hair whipped by the unnatural wind generated by the Spore-Vessels' displacement. Below her, in the courtyard, the "Amethyst-Children" were huddled together, their eyes wide. They weren't just seeing the vessels; they were "Feeling" the massive, collective judgment of the Sombra-Born.

Kael’s thumb brushed over my knuckles, slow and gentle, and sparks leapt through my skin, racing up my arm. “Donika, you should stop him from comforting you.” I screamed to myself in my head, but my body wasn’t willing to listen. “He’s your enemy.” I sucked in a sharp breath, my eyes flying to his. I felt the bond, and it was strong. With Damon I had never felt even butterflies in my belly, but this wasn’t a faint whisper of emotions or whatever; it was raw fireworks and sparks setting off inside of me. I noticed I felt it even more after the necklace started misbehaving.

He persisted, even though he never stopped sweating, and his arms and neck were veiny. Austin knew he could not stop now, even if he were reluctant. Austin recalled the scene Alexander had witnessed a few days ago as he watched the occasional protrusions on Dominic’s arms. ‘The symbiotes’ movement resembled worms, which explains why we initially thought it was a case of symbiote poisoning. Even if symbiote poisoning is real, it’ll only target its host and not be contagious.