Immortal Ape Novels & Stories

Then unable to keep herself from wondering, she asked "What is an amortal?" "An amortal being is a specie or a series of species that has a long lifespan, they do not age or rather the effect is slower compared to humans. Unlike immortals, they can be harmed or killed through a blade to the neck, a complete and absolute beheading, or exposure to extreme conditions like molten lava and elongated starvation. Otherwise, body parts cut off can grow back in a few days. They also have some unique abilities peculiar to each species."

] [Compound Security Status: ABSOLUTE. [System Status: STABLE.] I looked around at my team—my men, my farmers, my tracker, my medic—standing unified amidst the ash and mud. The spring had brought its first trial, and Apex had answered with absolute, unbroken power. We were no longer just surviving the apocalypse; we were mastering it.

Andreus said the footprints in the dust belonged to a female, but when Alexavian intended to investigate, he quickly said he swept the floor out of nostalgia. ​Nostalgia. Of course I was the only one stupid enough to believe such an obvious lie. ​He had been so easygoing over the past few days that I had completely forgotten how utterly dangerous and perceptive he could be. ​“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I forced my lips into a smile, widening it to match his. “I’ve never heard anything about immortals.” ​“Then do you happen to know—” ​“That is enough.”

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

"This is the Blackwood Project files. Every name, every donor, every politician who funded this mess. If we get out, the world will know the truth." The elevator stopped. The doors didn't open; they were ripped off their tracks from the outside. A wave of heat hit them. The upper lab was a disaster. The ceiling was partially collapsed, showing the dark sky outside. Rain was pouring in hissing as it hit the wreckage. In the center of it all stood the Apex. Damon was no longer the man Elara loved. He was seven feet tall a mix of fur and black scales. His skin was glowing with crimson runes. He was surrounded by soldiers. They weren't shooting. They were screaming as he moved through them.

No one outside the royal bloodline truly knows what it is. It can grant anything. Including ending my immortality curse. It went extinct in the royal bloodline centuries ago, and after Morgan's research, the Lunaretha was back. Manifesting, and I needed to find it. Whatever it is. "I hate you," Camilla whispers before me. She is tied to a metal chair, shackles wrapped around her like a criminal. Her red glowing eyes glares at me. It has been more than two weeks since I imprisoned her as a punishment. Her dark hair is messy; dry tears streak her face. I can feel the pain, the anger, and the betrayal from her through our mark.

His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, physically restraining himself from touching me. "I have run the Apex Bloom for seven years, Lolita," Franco began. His voice was a low, gravelly vibration that sent a familiar, heavy heat curling through my stomach. "It was designed with a singular, unbreakable architecture. A crucible. You throw the elite into the dark, and you let the pressure crush them until only one diamond remains. Every single iteration before this ended the same way: one victor, and a trail of liquidated corpses." He took a step closer. The space between us evaporated. The scent of sandalwood and something distinctly, electrically masculine wrapped around me.

Blade shrugged but that wasn't his business at the moment. Mr. Williams annoyed by his words, raised his stick and hit Blade on the head, "What's even strange is how a human who got the immortal punishment seduced s fairy and made her do unimaginable things. Maybe I should have just made your face ugly as your punishment then" Mr. Williams glared at Blade who shrugged.

Aelanor cried. "Princess, if I may," Nimuel explained, "immortality refers to the act of living forever under the influence of ordinary factors, not withstanding external elements. In a way that the immortal creatures don't get sick or age when they live in their own worlds, the one created exclusively for them. It is when an outside factor is included in the equation, that we risk death, or illness, and this pestilence that is affecting the immortal worlds."

“So there’s no other way to find Mr Isimud except through the Tailor?” “No.” “Can he really make someone immortal?” “You’d have to ask him. He’s certainly been alive for thousands of years.” “Thousands of years, is that possible?” “So you doubt my words now, white boy?” “No, no, not at all, I just wondered how that was possible?” “He conjured up some powerful forces and he created something monstrous, something that’s kept him alive ever since.” “Something monstrous?” “Yes, you’re too ignorant to realise, but you’ve already met it. You carry its scent.” Something in the way Vince said this, made Jimmy cold all over.