Immortal Ape Novels & Stories

Gigantic bones littered the ground, and a ribcage lay half-buried the way the Statue of Liberty did in Planet of the Apes. As we traveled over the huge structure, I tried to convince myself it was the skeleton of a whale. But deep down, in the pit of my soul, I knew. I knew that it had once been a supernatural creature, and that no creature swimming in the sea would earn itself a place in Hell. “You’re no fun,” said the imp. “Sorry for not giving you job satisfaction,” I said. “Maybe you’d feel a bit better if you spared a thought for us poor bastards who are here to suffer.”

Comment by Racheal: plssss Two sinister blood-red eyes sat atop its forehead, radiating an eerie light. This was a savage ape, a beast of extraordinary strength who had remained dominant in the mountains. Yet Chase showed no concern. He advanced like a phantom in a flash. With sheer physical strength, he snapped the ape's neck. Blood splattered over his body, but his steel-like flesh remained unscathed. With a downward palm strike, a sickening crunch echoed—the ape's skull caved inward, becoming crushed beyond recognition.

That meant that even after recovering, those infected with Evergrow and turned into undead beasts still carried significant risks. The thought made Chad shiver as he foresaw an impending apocalypse. Imperious said, "An undead beast with horns is like a demonic ancestor. That's extremely rare!" Bang! In his Immortal Unity state, Chad threw a powerful punch at the undead beast's head, smashing it into the ground. "If it's so rare, it's too much of a waste just to restore him," Imperious said. Chad glared at the weasel. "Such an undead beast is a menace. What's the point of keeping it?"

Aiden leaned back and thought for a long time, brows furrowed. “Why do you ask?” Caitlin finally asked, becoming concerned herself by his expression. “I think there may be another force at play here,” Aiden finally said. “What do you mean?” Caitlin asked. Aiden sighed. “There is a prophecy that, when the last vampire on earth surfaces, the Immortalists would die.” “Immortalists?” Caleb asked. Aiden nodded. “An ancient race of legend, a race destined to live precisely two thousand years old. Not quite immortal—a misnomer, if you will. But they have the ability to be immortal, to extend their lifetimes forever. They need the last vampire to continue living….”

In just an instant, all life within the sea was extinguished. The Ancestora had attained the power of a true immortal upon escaping his confinement, despite only ascending just moments ago. True immortals, beings of pure solar energy that were born from the void, could peer into the river of time and use the rules of heaven and earth to fortify themselves. Even a mere drop of their blood could remain undestroyed for epochs. Their slightest emotions could cause the heavens and earth to shift hues and induce a myriad of visions.

She was betrayed by the man she loved. He intended to use the woman he hated. Lorraine Silvius thought losing her sight was the cruelest thing fate could give her, until she discovered the person she trusted most had been lying to her all along. Determined to uncover the secrets surrounding her mother’s death, she enters the territory of Alexavian Lancaster—the immortal Alpha of the Crimson Pack. A man who has spent centuries despising witches. Bound by secrets, old hatred, and a dangerous attraction neither of them expected, Lorraine and Alexavian must uncover the lies buried beneath centuries of betrayal. Because the closer they get to the truth, the harder it becomes to tel

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.

She pressed her forehead to mine and whispered words I didn't understand at first. It was a ritual called 'The Soul Forge'. A ritual that could transfer immortality from one person to another. I felt it the moment it happened. Warmth flooded my body, burning away the poison, healing the wound. Power settled into my bones—ancient, terrible, eternal power. I gasped, my eyes flying open. "What did you do?" "I saved you," Annitore whispered. "You're immortal now, Owaine. Nothing can kill you." "No—you can't—" I grabbed her shoulders. "You have to take it back. I can't—"

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.