Caesar Ape Death Novels & Stories

There was a twinkle in his eye. “How much did he offer?” “I can’t tell – sorry.” Caesar bit his lip. “My! You are lucky.” He feigned excitement. “Let’s drink to it.” He raised his glass of McDowell’s, Kunle did the same. Their glasses clinked as they brought them together. “To more cases.” They cheered. Kunle had died a gory death some months later. Caesar drank in his honor when the news got to him. He had fallen to a trance that was becoming frequent and he had woken up with the smell of petrol strongly on his skin. He told nobody about this.

“At least it’s dead, or I fucking hope it is. Maybe it’s somehow still fucking out there. Alive. I mean, you know how these otherworld fuckers just don’t stay dead.” I’m not sure… I fried the entire fucking thing… “I hope not…” I say quietly. “Well, even if it’s linked to Apophis, as Kataleya said, then who knows what was at work? Maybe some divine fucker took the body. Someone who doesn’t want that thing to be found or, then again, maybe the snake just feared your father, even in death. I mean, the fucker likes to experiment on every little shit he can get his hand on.” Alejandro smirks.

The remaining half of the body stood there for a few seconds, and blood gushed into the sky. However, the Great Ape was not completely dead, and its upper body was struggling to crawl closer to Caspian. Nonetheless, Caspian just looked at the Great Ape indifferently and pierced through its head with his Ghoul-Locker Spear, nailing it to the ground. Soon, there was no more sound from the Great Ape. Caspian looked at the Great Ape, whose whole hair stood on ends like steel needles, and he complained, "This thing — doesn't look that delicious —"

Paul’s head snapped back, brains splattering the wall. Julian stared, shaking. He just… killed him. Like it was nothing. Caesar dropped to his knees beside him, hands trembling as he cupped Julian’s bruised face. “Hey… hey, look at me. It’s over. You’re safe.” Julian flinched away like Caesar burned him. “You’re a monster,” he whispered, voice cracking. Caesar’s eyes softened…just for a second. “I’ll be your monster if it keeps you alive.”

"I'm not going to die but if I do, I'm certain you'll all know what to do." The meeting room was engulfed with silence for a while. Then Caesar said, "When should we start spreading the rumours that you are going to the witch realm?" "Hey, can you at least pretend to be worried about him and be silent for a bit?" Caesar cracked a smile, "It takes a lot to kill a crazy person." The Alphas looked at him and Caesar said, "I don't think Lucas will die." "He's too mad for that." He added. Lucas smiled, "He's right, I'll make sure to come back."

Elena's POV Three weeks later. We were in a small coastal town in Portugal. Fake passports. Fake names. Sarah and James Costa, a couple escaping the American rat race for a quieter life. The lies came easily now. I sat in our rented apartment, watching the news on my laptop. American news. Searching for any mention of what we'd left behind. And there it was. APEX EXECUTIVE FOUND DEAD IN QUEENS MOTEL Victor Kaine, Senior Director at Apex Collective, was discovered deceased in an apparent murder. Investigation ongoing.

Ding! {Extended Lifespan unlocked.} "Huh?" Ivy blinked, clearly caught off guard this time. Her brows furrowed slightly as curiosity flickered in her eyes. "Does that mean… I can't die in this world?" she asked, her tone laced with both excitement and disbelief. Ding! {It means you will not die easily, host.} {In the first apocalypse, you survived for ten years before dying.} Ivy's expression stiffened slightly at the reminder.

A completed death is detected. The identities do not align. The accounting does. The termination is marked fulfilled by substitution. The ledger closes. Completion. Timing measured. Sequence verified. Cost satisfied. Excess logged. No contradiction detected. Then the weave isolates another variable. Physical proximity. Contact. A moment of closeness that did not belong to instruction. The kiss. The weave examines it precisely. Mortal initiation. Mortal projection. Mortal desire. The contact originates from her. I halted it. That matters.

Agnes whispered under her breath, her heart hammering in her chest. A sudden, blood-red file unlocked at the top of the queue: > **CLASSIFIED RECORD: OPERATION NIGHTFALL** > AUTHORIZATION: ARCHON MALAKOR / GRAND WOLF ASSEMBLY > EXECUTOR: MORRIGAN VANCE (STEP-MOTHER) > ORDER DETAILS: TOTAL INCINERATION / ASSET SEIZURE > Agnes’s breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes scanned the decrypted blueprint attached to the file—a highly complex, ancient Relic schematic stamped with her late mother’s personal crest: **The Apex Relic.**

Kael shouted. The Apex released his magnetic boots. He pushed himself with his massive legs from Soil and shot like a torpedo directly on the approaching empty weavers. His black claws were completely extended. In the pass he grabbed free-floating, demolished steel strut of the hydroponic gardens, swinging with the centrifugal force around her and rammed his boots against one of the crystalline Stränge. An empty weaver fell on him. Cael froze in the weightlessness among the sharpened claws, grabbed the biomechanical leg of the creature and