Caesar Ape Death Novels & Stories

"If you pluck it, two more will come to the funeral." Cale froze. "Is that scientific fact?" "It's an old wives' tale. But do you want to risk it?" Cale lowered his hand slowly. "No. Risk assessment: High." He turned to Elion. He looked devastated. "I am rotting," Cale said. "The Architect was right." "You aren't rotting. You're distinguishing." "Distinguishing?" "Yeah. It looks... dignified. Like a professor. or a silver fox." "I am not a fox. I am a retired Reaper."

I hate the feeling of it. “So you made a remote that was biocoded for people’s bodies.” Cassian’s mouth flattens into a line. “There is a death clause, though. If one of us dies, the others collapse. Each of us becomes the other’s coffin. That enforces the mutual control.” I feel like I've been suckerpunched as his words sink in, and I can see Matteo’s lips move around a prayer that sounds like a plea and a warning. "Oh, nice, so I’m not just a leash for your new pet if I die, you all end up in a mausoleum too.”

A crimson banner of text bled across the sky outside my window, visible only to those already marked. The global announcement pulsed with a cold, digital heartbeat. "A-Class Instance: 'Apocalypse Academy' initialized. Five new players randomly selected. Commencement in thirty minutes." On the muted TV screen below it, a news anchor’s face was grim. "…confirmed. The legendary player known as Gale-001 has been declared deceased within the S-Class Instance 'City of Mists.' The Crescent Guild reports her entire inventory of Artifacts is missing. Sources are reliable."

When he finally broke the contact, his eyes weren't silver or grey—they were a deep, dark charcoal, swirling with a desire that was far more dangerous than the Sin-Eater. ​"He's gone," I breathed, my head spinning. ​Julian looked at the pile of ash on the floor, then back at me. His thumb grazed my lower lip, which was still tingling from the surge. "The scavenger is gone. but the Board will have felt that pulse." ​He turned to the main terminal, his fingers flying across the keys. The encryption for Life Zero flashed on the screen—a set of coordinates in the middle of the North Atlantic.

She paused her research to open her holographic monitor. “Holy gods from above!” Frank turned around to see if there was something he needed to be worried about. Busy with preparing dinner, he wasn’t paying attention to what Coralis was watching when she turned on their holographic monitor. “What happened?” “An EBEE elder from Spain has been found dead in his beach villa. I don’t know Elder Roumwiz personally, but I’ve heard a lot about him from Alejandro and Andrew.” “Did you see?” said Alejandro. “Elder Roumwiz has been killed? He’s one of the roaches who worked with Elder Alfredino, right?”

He stroked my hand with his thumb. “The bringers of death?” I suggested. “The Delazar’s thrive on war. Their leader loves chaos and power. Delazar believes the weak should be killed.” He paused, with a grim look on his face, and I thought back to what Sam said about his brother, then he continued, “Reaper is the name he gave our clan because we are the bringers of death.” “Have you… brought death to anyone?” I wanted his answer to be no but a part of me wondered and I had to know.

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.

Then Bianca straightened, “Good thing Selena told her minions to pull you out of the courtyard before the Apex brothers arrived.” My heartbeat stuttered. The Apex brothers? They came? Celeste must’ve caught the flicker in my expression. “Oh, didn’t you know? They were asking for you. What did you do to make them notice someone like you?” Still, I kept my mouth shut. My silence was the only power I had left. Bianca rolled her eyes. “Not that it matters. They won’t find you. Not anytime soon.” She moved closer, crouching so we were eye-level. “And the next time they see you?” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “They would be so disgusted to even look at you.”

The Loudspeakers then gave out our 'Autopsy Report'. "Contestant Ceáser Balad. Status: Deceased. Time of his death: 11:45 PM. Cause of his death: Blood Loss Caused by a Fatal Stab Wound. Based on these facts, you may collect alibis and prepare for his...trial." Was the information given out by the Loudspeaker, before shutting off. I hurried to write down the file information, while everyone else looked among themselves and ate.

My face darkened, and just when I thought her insufferable laughter would come to no end, she stopped, panting which let me know she wasted most of her energy laughing at something neither of us probably knows anything about. "You really are his grandson, aren't you?" She asks and shakes her head. "Just tell me why you're here." I say, getting rather impatient now. "And this better be important." I muttered. Shortly after her smile faded. She clicked her tongue and exhaled a short breath before saying, "Fine." Tossing her hair to one side, she rose to her feet shooting me a serious look. "Caesar is dead." For a moment, I froze. But the next, I hardened my expression as I stared into an empty