Crocodile Immortal Novels & Stories

"I've seen him in action during training sessions. The way he moves, the way he commands respect... It's like he was born to lead." "And did you know," Ava chimed in, her eyes shining with excitement, "there's been a rumor going around since my childhood that he's immortal? Like, he never ages or anything. It's crazy, but you have to admit, he does look the same as he did years ago." I exchanged a glance with Morana, feeling a mixture of awe and unease at the thought of Adrian being immortal. It seemed too crazy to be true, but then again, Adrian was unlike any alpha we had ever known. People call him the Lycan King.

He is a rare wolf that is supposed to be born once every two hundred years. Jeremiah's descendants break that rule with Marion, Mirielle, and Max, who are immortal and can be in the water. "Ivy, where are you?" called Max as he kept walking. His feet were led to the direction where Ivory was, and soon Max finally found the girl. Ivory was waiting for him—here, in the millions of cubic meters of water that became Ivory's new habitat. "I'm here, Max," the girl replied, sounding melodic and intimate. What was wrong with Ivory? Wasn't the girl also avoiding Max? However, why was her attitude this time different from Ivory's usual attitude? What was going on with that girl?

On the thought of that, a grey giant crab-like creature having not even five pairs of legs but a dozen pairs of legs, thrusted out of the still ocean clapping its large claws at the elevated possessed body many feet high however a single glance from the possessed body, every part of the grey giant crab-like creature's legs intersected from its body as it shrieked leaving only the creature’s carapace in place. The possessed body soared closer to the carapace with a stretched arm while squeezing his hand without touching the creature, it distorted into what resembled a normal small war drum in crimsoned semblance, all the three faces smirked while he collected it. "I, will gift my majesty such

"Let's go say hello." They walked into the main square. The chatter died down instantly. A hundred pairs of eyes locked onto them. A hundred hands drifted towards holsters. "Jack Sterling," a voice rasped. A massive man stepped out from a stall selling dried lizards. He was at least seven feet tall, with skin like tanned leather and teeth filed into points. He held a machete the size of a surfboard. "The Crocodile," Finch whispered into the comms earpiece. "Infamous tracker from the Nile Delta. He eats his targets."

Before I speak, one of the other slavers lunges at Draven but he quickly grabs the man by the throat and slams him into the ground with a sickening ‘crack’ sound telling me he just broke the man's neck. “She belongs to me,” he growls to the rest of the slavers and within minutes, both the slavers and the buyers are fleeing for their lives. “You are here,” I sigh, dying to get out of this miserable cage so I can touch him. “I am so sorry for being late,” he apologizes and rips the cage door off its hinges with his raw strength. Now free, I run into his arms and he hugs me tight, his body feeling like a cold winter dawn warming my overheated skin.

The blade hadn’t even pierced skin. The immortal looked down at the weapon with mild curiosity. “…This is new.” He grabbed the hunter by the throat. Lifted him off the ground. Easily. “Tell your masters something for me.” The hunter struggled violently, power crackling around him. “What” His voice cut off as the immortal’s eyes suddenly changed. Not wolf. Not human. Something older. Something wrong. “I’m not the one they should be hunting.” Then he crushed the hunter’s throat. The body dropped.

Immortal Dragons-shapeshifters that take on the form of a scaled dragon with four legs and breathe fire. Due to their high body temperature, they prefer colder environments and live off-grid, usually in areas with little to no technology. They are a dying species and only reside in a few select areas. They also have a King/Queen. Immortal General: Any of the species can have a mate Selene (The Moon Goddess) handles all mating bonds but prefers wolves (her own creation) over all species

FIADH POV Suddenly the hideous beast drops down to its stomach. Its four arms begin to move like legs, and Jia gasps as I cover my mouth to keep from screaming. The way it is crawl-running toward Terrax is horrifying. It looks like a mutated zombie crocodile. If humans on Earth could picture this monster, they would have him star in every scary movie for the next ten years. If he were running like that toward me, I would run as fast as I could in the opposite direction, but not Terrax. Terrax isn't even flinching. He is standing firm and calm while watching the approaching danger.

That body becomes its prison and its home, tethered even beyond death. For most, it is a blessing. The ultimate salvation. A key to Ajooni—transcendence beyond the cycle of suffering. But for others, it is a curse. An unshakable shackle. Zander King was the Death Wolf’s Soul Corona. Its final human form. And that was why he could fight it, wrestle back control. No other host in history had ever managed such a feat. Not even Thaneous. A scream tore from Zander’s lips, his eyes flickering between the beast’s crimson and his own tormented brown before settling—finally—on brown. He gasped, dragging himself forward, his limbs trembling, his breath ragged.

“No! How can we survive?! I don’t know how to swim!” “I won’t let go of your hand, trust me.” “SHUT UP THE BOTH OF YOU! Stop arguing whether to jump or not because before you could do so, I’m going to kill you!” Mallory brings out a specialized gun, the only kind of gun that can harm any immortals. “Madison, in the count of three,” Aleister whispered. “No! I won’t do it! There has to be another way!” “Goodbye Madison...” “One!”