I Am The Ultimate Lifeform Novels & Stories

Nothing but truth rings out in his words, and I feel my stomach sinking deeper and deeper. “Dammit, Jartre, stop!” “What are you talking about?” I ask with as steady a voice as I can muster. “Allow me the wonderful honour of introducing you to your animai. Yildiz, meet Oshmin, the God of Life and Death,” he announces with glee. So much glee in his voice as if his words didn’t just shatter everything I thought I knew.

I brush a strand of hair from her face and sigh at everything. “Maggie, before we do this, I have to tell you something.” I want to shut up, but my better judgment is winning. “Make it quick,” she says as she makes quick work of my belt buckle and unbuttons my pants. “I’m The Ultima.” I spit out. My chest constricts, and I can breathe while I wait for her response. Her hand's still and her eyes snap up to mine in shock. “You’re what now?” She says.

Enhanced beyond humanity. "Hello son. Welcome home." "You're not my mother." "No? Then what am I?" "A monster who stole her face." She smiled. "Close. I'm what your mother became when she stopped pretending to be human. When she embraced evolution. You could join me. Become this. Transcend weakness." "Never." "Then watch me transcend alone." She pressed a button. The room filled with screens. Showing cities worldwide. Showing weapons activating. Showing her plan. "In sixty seconds, eight billion people begin dying. Those deemed unworthy. Those who failed evolution's test. Your precious Architects will judge them extinct. The survivors will worship me as savior. As god. And you'll be dead, un

“Your father has possessed the genius to recognize the weakness of mankind: The Humanity itself. We're vulnerable to greed, illness, emotional misery. He programmed Ouroboros to clean this planet. And he has you designed to get out of this ash. You're perfect, son. Your spirit, Your biology... you're evolution." The avatar raised a flawless, synthetic hand and pointed to me, Nova and Silas. “But you put dirt in my sanctuary. These obsolete models. See you not how bad they are? They're bleeding. They're afraid. You are the reason why

“We-Well.. it seems.. by bestowing my power, you are automatically an apostle of High God.. it won’t change even if I already take it back.” “...An apostle.. of High God..” Audelia muttered the words as a weary sigh escaped her lips. “..I have become a monster in the end huh..?” “How rude! It’s not a monster you know, being an apostle of High God will give you many advantages!” Ultimia protested. “And that includes a long life, right?” Audelia replied, from the tone she used, weariness could be heard clearly. “Well.. doesn’t human always want immortality? This is a good chance!” Ultimia tried to persuade Audelia.

“To endure such loss and still find the strength to help others is remarkable.” Baba Tunde offered her a small smile. “Life can be harsh, my dear, but it is also filled with moments of beauty and magic. We must cherish those moments and use our experiences to grow and help others. That is the true essence of life.” Agnes nodded, taking his words to heart. She understood that even in the darkest of times, there was a glimmer of hope to hold onto. As she continued her training with Baba Tunde, she vowed to honor his teachings and use her powers for good, just as he had done despite the tragic events of his past.

ference of power when you turn 18, so there's nothing to worry about. Listen, baby, I've kept a secret from you your whole life, strictly to protect you. I know it'll be a little hard to believe, but trust me, I'm telling the truth. You are not just human. You are more than that. I'm not sure how much of your father you have in you, but you are not ordinary. You have a keen sense of smell and are abnormally strong and fast. Your father will come for you and when he does, I need you to trust him. He will not hurt you. He looks like the pictures I've shown you before. I'm sorry I've never told you about him. But once he told me what he was, I couldn't allow him to know you existed. I wanted to

Leland collapsed to the ground, his body twitching violently, struggling in the final throes of life. "H-How did you find my life-bound parasite?" Leland asked in disbelief. "Because I'm the bane of all broodmancers," Cassian replied with a faint smile. "I won't let you get away with this, punk!" Leland gritted his teeth, his expression filled with hatred. "Don't bother making any more empty threats. Since your life-bound parasite is dead, you're about to die soon. I do hope you can hold out for a little longer to see how your people end up dying too, though," Cassian said.

I avoided Marcus and went to the study. When I unlocked my phone, I found exactly what I expected—Mirabelle was livestreaming. In my previous life, she had done the same thing, sharing her "day in the life of a rich family's housekeeper" online. She even claimed she was going to follow the lady of the house and challenge herself to reverse aging in thirty days, going from 40 back to 20. At the time, her viewers were in stitches, flooding the chat with comments. "Ma'am, you'd have to be remade from scratch. If you can go back to 20 in 30 days, I can go back to kindergarten!"

It was a "Selection Protocol." Incursion detected, a voice boomed—not from a speaker, but from the very air in our lungs. It was the "Primary Architect," the consciousness that had survived the deletion of my mother’s ghost. The Failed Seed has returned. The Shield is an anomaly. The Architect is a corruption. Initiate the Final Format.