Symbiote Punisher Novels & Stories

"Don't do it, Lyra. Save the boy. I was always meant to be the price. That's what a Broker does he settles the debt." "No more settling," I whispered. I didn't reach for Rowan’s hand this time. I reached for the obsidian shard I had used in the jungle. I didn't drive it into the ground. I drove it into the blue tether on my own wrist. The pain was unlike anything I had ever felt a digital fire that felt like my nerves were being pulled through a needle’s eye. The system shrieked. [CRITICAL ERROR: PLAYER ONE INTERFERENCE. OVERRIDE DETECTED.]

"Silvain, can we is there anything..." "The poison is shadow-forged," Silvain said quietly. "Only Obsidian can reverse it. I'm sorry." Ash nodded, seeming to have expected this. "then I have one request. you will kill him, won't you? Promise me you'll kill him." "I promise," Silvain said, and the Alpha authority in his voice made it a vow. "Obsidian Nightprowl will answer for every life he's taken. For every child, every innocent. For you."

"It's a good thing we caught her in the act of destroying Vivian's photo. I mean, who knows how Mabel has been using her role as class monitor to bully Vivian when no one else was looking?" Those around completely pushed Brandon over the edge. He strode over and loomed above me, asking, "Which hand did you use to tear it?" I was just about to speak, but Brandon brought his foot down hard on my right hand; the pain overwhelmed me immediately, causing tears to surge out from the sheer agony. "Is this the hand?" Brandon lifted his foot slightly, then brought it down again with all his might, stomping so hard that I clearly heard the sound of a bone snapping.

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.

"I got the proxy’s fingerprint. I can trace Mirador. But we have only one shot." Sanchez looked toward the horizon. "Then we make it count." Alejandro checked his ammo. "I hope you’re ready to bleed, Vexler. Because we’re done playing defense." --- Unknown Jungle Facility—Moments Later A figure walked past rows of cryo-pods, each housing men and women with scars, cybernetic implants, or mutation-like symptoms. He removed his biometric mask. Vexler. He stopped before a pod labeled Project Cain. He pressed a finger to the glass.

(Captain Guard) "Guard Captain Mike….Yeah, as always…oh That?... We called it The Punisher..that's our new Level 7 beast, it can even blast through your wall if it's angry..". (Major Colleen) Since the other party doesn't know that the beast was exactly nothing more than a simple vehicle, Everyone in Aeternum knew not to correct them and just follow along with the flow, like their president said 'if they make a good assumption, then just let them be'.

That was the closest thing to comfort that I had felt in a long time, and I wanted to bask in it. As I sank my head into the velvet seat, I ran my head through the new things I had learned. I was alive. My name was Melanie Carter. I lost my daughter, Ellie. My husband was the murderer. And I was out for revenge.

Text message. "Clever. Very clever. You hid Emma where I couldn't find her. You set traps inside traps. You outthought me for once. I'm impressed. But Bethany, this doesn't change anything. I'll find her eventually. I have time. I have patience. I have resources. You had one chance to catch me and you missed. Now I go underground. Deep underground. And when I resurface, years from now when you're comfortable and complacent, that's when I'll take her. That's when I'll hurt everyone you love. You haven't won. You've just delayed the inevitable. Sleep well. -JP"

“They studied the Syndicate’s weaknesses! Kian, they’re targeting my internal comms frequency!” “Divert all power to the dampener, Elias!” Kian shouted. “You have to overload the dampener’s output to negate the pulse!” Elias followed the command, pushing the suit’s energy core past its safety limits. The suit vibrated violently, the thermal shield flaring outward. The Proxy-Level Countermeasure hit the shield and dispersed harmlessly. The Aegis Drones, however, immediately calculated the shield's temporary weakness and launched a small, highly kinetic projectile—a data harpoon designed to punch through the dampener and implant a crippling virus.