Symbiote Oc Novels & Stories

Starting with breaking their eye contact at every turn and ending with no silly stickers or emojis in their messages. Sebestian burrows further into his blanket and tries to leave it all for tomorrow, but his brain, ever the overachiever, refuses to shut off. He sighs and turns over, finally giving up on any hopes of sleep. He picks up his phone and logs on to Twitter. His school page always manages to cheer him up, and if anything, school cute rants give him something else to focus on. He's scrolling through his school tags and checking Allen's profile as well. As always, his schoolmates are posting cute edits about stupid things like cats and dogs, sometimes related to some fight between A

But my solo experiments had taken a dark turn, leaving me craving more, needing more. That’s when I discovered Sibomin, an ancient alien machine programmed for one purpose: to bring pleasure. Sibomin was no ordinary sexbot; it was a being of pure sensation, its form shifting and adapting to maximize my pleasure. And Sibomin was also non-binary, its gender fluid and ever-changing, just like its physical form.

Isang lumang digital backup ni Marco Santillan. ​"Marco?!" asik ni Xander, sinusubukang bumangon kahit masakit ang kanyang katawan. ​"Relax, Wolf," sabi ng digital Marco. "Ang version ko na 'to ay ang binuo ni Liam bago ako naging traydor—isang 'Loyalty Subroutine.' Naramdaman ko ang pagpasok ng Precursor code sa network. Xander, ang Omega ay hindi lang basta alien. It's a 'Harvesting Protocol.' Gusto nilang i-convert ang lahat ng biological life sa planetang ito para maging energy source."

Amber said in a calming voice full of deception. Emily, who was still too young to understand everything, could only nod slowly. Her tiny hands gripped her teddy bear tightly, trying to find a little sense of security in the midst of the tragedy that had befallen her. The Alpha, Andrew Snyder, ordered the other omegas to take care of Emily’s parents’ bodies.

Richard watched the whole scene as it unfolded almost close to the gates of the small school. He noticed her alright, but he can’t say a word, he always can’t say a word. He was out here waiting for his bestie, a zoology major, and part time cleaner. He sights her purple pixie and small size frame when he is about to make a move, he runs toward her small frame, his big body feeling light. He snorts, when he thinks of the very bad turn of events, he was supposed to be supernatural for God’s sake, but he couldn’t even heal, his ribs still ached, and he could feel liquid seeping out of whatever hole that was created during the blows each time he breathes.

I pressed a hand to my chest, right over my heart, where a dull, phantom pain still pulsed. Mika’s smile faltered, her brow furrowing slightly. “Ah, yes. That.” She paused, her gaze distant for a moment. “It’s the old bond, Reylap. With Malik. It wasn’t a true mate bond, we knew that. But there was still… a connection. Even a false bond leaves traces. Like scar tissue on your soul.” My blood ran cold. Scar tissue. The thought made me shudder. “I don’t want any part of it,” I said, my voice sharp, a sudden fear gripping me. “I want it gone. All of it. Now.”

She closed her eyes and inhaled, taking a calming breath to ease her tensed self, but it wasn't working. Elder Owen is a shaman, he could feel the energy in the air flowing through his veins. With sweating palms, Lyra asked, “what are we going to do?” As she gazed at their ugly faces and their large bodies, she trembled at the sight. “I think we should run.” Lyra suggested whispering in a hush tone. “That's a bad idea, ogres are at not to be underestimated.” Elder Owen replied, searching his head for an enchantment he could use to take down the ogre.

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the

“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.”