Caesar Ape Death Novels & Stories

He went faster, feeling sweats dripping from every part of his body. "Are you alright?" Alastair grilled in his head, through the pack link. Caesar nodded, being unable to form any words at the moment as he struggled to keep himself steady and not fall off, which would be his ultimate death, making him a laughing stock even in his grave, The Lycan who died falling off a cliff, a bigger shame. Alastair nodded before continuing, making sure to keep an eye out for his elder brother. After all, they had been allies since he was born and they shall forever remain allies.

And that will be our death. "You can assure yourself I don't. But I already do. I'm starting to put every missing piece of it, Rampage Kirk Berlouz. Agape was still innocent of it but I'm starting to understand everything. Say, yesterday was the death anniversary of your mother and grandparents, right?" Our eyes widened with that revelation. R-Rampage...? Rampage's grandparents and mother's death anniversary happened in the same day as Agape's? "How did you know that? How much do you know, Gibson?" He stepped towards him. Lawrence smirked at him playfully.

’ Musaf Pasha gritted under his breath as he watches Albert met swords with Géza who both fell from their horses and fought on the ground. ‘Traitor.’ Géza told Albert. ‘That makes both of us.’ Albert answered and clashed swords with the Hungarian who chuckled in turn. ‘I was hoping Hadrian would execute you once he found out about your betrayal. Pity, now I will have to execute you myself!’ ‘You can try!’ Albert pushed Géza aside and swung his sword to slash open his abdomen. ‘Unfortunately, I have not the time to chat with you! I will have to finish you off quickly.’

Only now did I feel the shock of those three hammer strikes, still traveling up from my wrist to the base of my skull. "Found it." Jake pulled a folder out of the bottom drawer. A gold-embossed snake on the cover, thick as a novel. He set it on the table and opened it. There were seven files inside, each cover stamped with a code, a name, a photo. The first one was mine. S01-001 / Denielle Chase. Season 1's final survivor. Co-founder of Ouroboros Media. Season 7 identity: technical engineer. A line in red in the notes field — "Memory wiped. This season's only unwitting participant."

“You’re trembling like pups waiting for scraps.” One elder—a fat man with sweat glistening on his brow—cleared his throat. “M-my Alpha… what brings you such joy?” Carlo’s lips curled. “Alpha Kadel of Crestmoon… is dead.” For a second, silence. Then—Gasps. Wide eyes. Shock rippled through the room. “Dead?” one elder whispered. “Impossible—he was strong—” But then Carlo chuckled again, slow and dark. And just like that, the shock broke.

I questioned and my head went down slightly "She doesn't even know what-" Death starts saying "Yes I do, so shut up," I tell him fiercely widening the eyes of Aphrodite as they all struggle not to laugh, but Zeus does not hold it in and bursts into laughter making Death roll his eyes. "You didn't even know who I was," Death says

Lisa’s hands trembled as she sifted through the ancient texts in the folder. The weight of what Mia had uncovered pressed down on her like a physical force. The information before her was a tangled web of botanical knowledge, ancient rituals, and dark secrets. The *Sopor Veritas* was not just rare—it was an artifact of a bygone era, used in ceremonies that involved mind control, trances, and, in some cases, death.

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.