Immortal Ape Novels & Stories

It was the ultimate wipe-out skill. Watching the scene unfold, a trace of fanatic excitement flashed in my eyes. I had gambled right. In this apocalypse where all order had collapsed, Ruth was the strongest cheat code, the biggest powerhouse I could cling to. And Callie’s armored vehicle? What was that compared to this?

Lucien asked, his voice smooth, low, and dripping with a quiet, lethal danger. ​I could feel it in the pit of my belly and in the very soles of my feet that this man was bad news. Every single survival instinct I had honed over five grueling years in the apocalypse was screaming at me to run, to turn around and bolt back to the elevator. But there was no turning back now. I had made my bed. If I was going to survive the impending doom in two weeks, I had to confront this monster and bend him to my will.

After saying that, the Devouring Ape took out its weapon, a huge saber. The saber was blood red with many lines engraved on it, which looked like some exotic beast. “This saber is called the Immortal Slayer, and anyone who dies under this blade, whether human or exotic beast, will have their soul imprisoned in this saber forever. The patterns on this saber are the exotic beasts that fell under this blade.” Holding the Immortal Slayer in his hand, the Devouring Ape's aura suddenly changed. It was just pressure before but was replaced by a shocking killing intent now.

The witches behind Seraphine gasped. Rowan stared at him. “You’re telling me they plan to destroy the universe?” The First Immortal corrected him. “They plan to remake it.” Seraphine felt anger rising inside her. “And you’re just waiting for that?” The First Immortal looked almost offended. “Of course not.” He gestured toward her and the immortal. “That’s why you exist.” Seraphine’s eyes narrowed. “You keep saying that.” “Yes.” His voice softened slightly. “You are the anomaly.” “An unpredictable force.”

Doing those makes a new set of life – the hybrids. Hybrids are half human and immortal. The priveleges of hybrids are they can travel through time, decades to centuries are their time travel perks. They cannot travel like immortals, who can travel even a minute ago, it costs them their life. Hybrids are abandoned after being born. The immortal parent will only leave them a certain amount of money. Hybrids must work to live. You think immortals are bad ones, I tell you we aren’t. Immortals were already have these rules, it’s up to us if we follow or face the consequence. Same goes with the hybrids.

Ding! {Extended Lifespan unlocked.} "Huh?" Ivy blinked, clearly caught off guard this time. Her brows furrowed slightly as curiosity flickered in her eyes. "Does that mean… I can't die in this world?" she asked, her tone laced with both excitement and disbelief. Ding! {It means you will not die easily, host.} {In the first apocalypse, you survived for ten years before dying.} Ivy's expression stiffened slightly at the reminder.

In addition to her, Silas stood around a heavy iron rod as if he wanted heroically sacrifice, even though he trembled all over the body. But the true power of nature passed them. Kael. He didn't need guns. His eyes burned in a toxic, bright bright green. The black claws were completely extended. With a mark-shaking, animalic boobs that contain the remaining residues of the dropship vibrating, the Apex jumped on the mutated colossus. Two monsters of the Old and New World crashed in the middle of my destroyed station to each other.

In a world where everyone chased immortality like it was the only answer, she learned something quieter—and way more dangerous. Turns out the only thing worth trying to reach… was the heart she’d left burning in her wake. ............................................................................. On the morning the Wen Clan’s eastern wing burned, Wen Lihua, sixteen, lay trapped under a fallen pine beam. Her mourning robes—bright white, now streaked with ash and blood. She still had her hand out, reaching for her mother’s jade tablet. No one bothered to check if she was breathing.

The heat radiating off his body was an unshakeable anchor in the pitch-black, enclosed space, radiating that familiar scent of rain, ozone, and unyielding strength. Agnes stood frozen before the raised pedestal. The shockwave had shattered the glass stasis housing, and the **Apex Core** now hovered unshielded in the center of the room. It was breathtaking—and terrifying. The crystalline harness hummed with a deep, low-frequency pulse that vibrated straight through the soles of Agnes’s boots and settled in her sternum. The dual violet-and-gold light radiating from its raw moonstone channels cast long, dramatic shadows against the dark titanium walls. Her inner wolf wasn't just stirring; it wa

I had underestimated just how shameless they were. She continued, "Each of them is built like a tank. It's the end of the world. Why would they settle for taking orders from you? Even if you have all the money in the world, what does it matter?" It hit me all at once. Victoria was right. In the apocalypse, no one wanted to be under someone else. The man whose arm had been snapped on the first day cursed beside her. His resentment was obvious. "Stop wasting time talking to him. I say we break the door down right now. I'll cripple him myself and throw him out to the zombies."