Caesar Ape Death Novels & Stories

Layla's fans sang her praises, saying that she was kind, beautiful, and the best sister in the world. It was raining on the day they cremated my remains. Layla carried the urn containing my ashes and pretended to shed a few tears. I moved toward her. Then, I tried to punch and kick Layla to try and get her hands off me. It was so revolting. Everything about this world sickened me. I dropped to the ground after having exhausted myself. Then, I watched as they put me inside a small box. The words, "Our dearest daughter, Hazel Larson", could be seen on the rectangular tombstone. How ironic.

The article was released at 6:00 AM on the morning of the gala. I'm stitting at the kitchen island, choking down coffee that's gone cold twice, when my phone erupts. Maya's story floods the Free Press homepage, the headline bold and unflinching: The DeVries Empire: A Dynasty Built on Murder, Corruption, and a Mother's Final Sacrifice. Julian prowls out of the bedroom, barefoot and rumpled, his hair a disaster. "It's live," he says. Not a question.

Indeed, fine filaments of energy, almost invisible, connected his spine to the spire of the pyramid. "The Council didn't make you a God," Jack said, his voice dropping to a growl. "They made you a fuse. When that thing in the sky connects, the surge is going to melt you first. You’re a disposable jumper cable." "LIES!" Cain roared. The sound shattered the glass railings of the platform. "I am the Apex! I am the Evolution!" Cain thrust his hand forward. A beam of concentrated photon energy—a solid lance of light—shot toward Jack’s chest. It moved at the speed of thought. There was no time to dodge.

For a moment, nothing else exists. Not the council. Not the elders. Not the tension that has been hanging over this room since the meeting began. Just her. Then Elder Kai clears his throat. The sound cuts through the haze in my head, and I reluctantly pull my attention away from Laia. "There is a secondary matter," he says. My gaze shifts across the chamber and lands on Cael. Caden has him restrained, one hand clamped firmly on his shoulder, keeping him exactly where he is. "Alpha Maverick's cause of death has been formally confirmed by the Joint Medical Council," Elder Kai continues. "Duskbane poisoning. Administered over several days."

His lips quivered as he tried to speak, but he couldn't even form a coherent sentence. The system chimed. "Uncle Garrett is experiencing absolute terror, a mental breakdown, and failed bladder control. +1,000 rage points! "Rage levels are through the roof as the horde can see the feast but can't taste it! Zombie rage converted to +2,000 universal rage points! "You're just a genius, Flint! You're even milking the zombies for every drop they've got! System is upgraded to Level 2, and the marketplace is now unlocked!"

“If I die tonight, tell people I was misunderstood.” “You’re not dying.” “That’s what makes it statistically more concerning.” The amphitheater came into view. Ancient stone seating carved in a perfect circle. Torches were burning along the entrance like a ceremonial warning. We arrived just before 2:30 a.m. And that’s when I saw him. Kael. Standing near the lower entrance. Lucian’s death had shattered everything. There was no extra “future Alpha” waiting in the wings. No third heir. Just a vacuum sucking the life out of everyone inside. It looked more like a funeral than how they had described the Marking should feel.

"What virus?" "My mother... she didn't just faked her death," Bianca said, her words coming in short, sharp fragments. "She... she wrote a kill-code into the Vane DNA. A Trojan horse. The AI... it think it's winning. But it just invited the end into its core." The monitors around the room began to flicker. The gold threads of the neural map started to turn black, charring from the inside out. The AI’s voice became a garbled, distorted mess of screams and static.

I didn’t imagine the voice. It was as clear as day, as loud as if she were standing right next to me. And even though my mind is doubting it, my heart knows for a fact that it was her. Except she’s dead. …Right? Or is she “dead” in the same way Headmaster Stroud suspects my father is dead? Meaning, alive somewhere. “Come on,” Alec whispers. He leads the way out of the bush, and we peek around the pool house’s corner. The coast is clear.

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

Luca looked at me again—like I was worth dying for. I shook my head, trying to warn him. I knew he would give up the code. He would do anything to save me. "If I tell you the code, swear you'll let her go," said Luca, his eyes locked on mine. "I swear on my father's grave," Caesar said solemnly. "Luca! Don't you dare—" "Three, nine, alpha, six, bravo, five, zero, zero." He said it. Luca gave up the code.