Symbiote Oc Novels & Stories

And he decided against it when he felt the cold feeling of the gun against his thighs, if he tried what he thought, he would become crippled right away. “Maze, I will see you later, okay?” Crypto said and walked out of the club with the girl. He didn’t think he would see maze again. Crypto was surprised to see his men with others unconscious, on the ground…he side eyed the tiny girl and wondered whether she was able to render them unconscious with her size. That is impossible…his men was one of the best militants in the country… for them to be made unconscious by a small girl will make a very good joke.

I said the resignation in my tone was clear. “Really? You’d do it?” I hated the excitement in my Beta’s voice but I knew that it was time. “You’re doing all the work though. You know how difficult it is to find a white omega. Now get out of my room and let me sleep. This damn concoction is starting to kick in.” “You won’t have to lift a finger, I promise. I’ll start the search immediately and I’ll get the best white omegas every pack has to offer as soon as possible. You’ll have a perfect match as soon as possible.” He promised excitedly and I hummed in response.

Sybil said pointing. “You aren’t the one I’m going to judge.” He moved with her to leave the greenhouse. Omniel started talking about their festivities when Sybil asked her a few questions. It was clear the young girl was excited. She couldn’t wait until she was able to participate in the moon chase. Especially once she found her mate, to her this was a perfect romantic ideal. It made Sybil smile, oh how different people and cultures could be. Yet the same. “I’ll see you later.” Her father said when they came to a split in the hall. She nodded and walked with Omniel to Tika’s rooms. Tika answered right away and ushered Sybil in and Omniel gave a goodbye and was quick down the hall.

“If you must know in case you ever try, your poison in fact no poison works on us. But it won’t matter to you if you’re not alive” “But you just said you need me” he stated. “Yes I need you. And after you serve your purpose I can kill you. Just like the way you killed me. A situation where I gain and you gain. Sounds fair right?” “It really doesn’t” he said. “How is it possible that poison doesn’t work on you?” “Antibodies” Sachi said. “Now tell him what you have to so we can leave”. “Thanks to you, I’ve hit rock bottom and to get back to the top I need your unique ability”.

Sophia’s sarcastic voice cut through the darkness, mocking me. “No, Saira, we’re just having fun in here, obviously! What do you think?” I took a deep breath, trying to ignore her mocking tone. But the truth was, the dark, enclosed space was suffocating. My chest tightened, and I felt an all-too-familiar fear creeping in—a fear rooted in a nightmarish memory I’d tried so hard to forget. Flashback…

Sable’s expression changed instantly. She lifted her wrist device. Her eyes widened. “Oh no.” Alexander stiffened. “What now?” Sable backed away slowly. “They deployed a Sentinel.” Alexander’s blood ran cold. “A what?” Sable met his eyes. “A Purge-symbiote tracker. Designed to hunt awakened stabilizers and Primarchs.” Elias’s hands glowed. “It’s hunting us.” “No,” Sable said softly. “It’s hunting Lena’s scent. And the two of you are walking flares of her energy.”

With a shattering sound, the energy lance fractured into harmless sparks that drifted away in the wind. Cain stared, his glowing eyes widening in genuine shock. "That... that is Progenitor tissue. A Class-A symbiote. How did you bond with it? The rejection rate is 100%!" "I guess it likes me better," Jack panted, smoke rising from his hand. "Maybe because I don't try to be a god. I just accept that I’m a man." "A man?" Cain sneered. The shock was replaced by fury. "A man is dust! I will show you the difference between a rock and a star!"

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

Rey sat in the darkened corner of the castle library, the wavering flame sent stretching shadows dancing across the walls. Her eyes were fixed on the old journal on the table, the pages filled with ancient writings, symbols and spells she had begun to understand. It was the only relic from her past life—her former self, according to Sybil.