Immortal Ape Novels & Stories

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."

The nightmare was over. Thanks to the holy celestials who stopped the war that almost caused the empire's destruction. They distributed healing potions to those who were injured and with the gods' blessings, they were able to revive those who were killed. But the said revival of the dead was only for humans who were involved in the dispute between the vampires and beasts. Ezekiel, the messenger of the gods and goddesses, had to wipe the memories of the bloody war from the human’s mind, to protect the peace. He believed that if humans knew nothing about the existence of other races among them, as long as the blood and beast tribe avoid causing conflicts to one another that will harm the morta

Only that he did. Heart thundering, he stalked into his war chamber. Castor found him there, standing over the ancient mirror embedded in the floor—a relic passed down by the Alpha Kings, able to show visions when blood was offered. Darian didn’t hesitate. He sliced his palm open with his claw, letting his blood sizzle against the silver runes. “Show me,” he growled. “Show me the one who is mine.” The mirror rippled like disturbed water. Shadows danced across the surface, then cleared.

I knew lots of immortals had served in wars. There have always been a few humans who knew about us and were willing to make use of our special abilities. Most immortals were given special assignments rather than serving in the trenches since they couldn't afford to have humans see them regenerate if they were wounded. I was absolutely sure some of those "special assignments" had been pretty horrible. I picked up his hand and kissed it then changed the subject. "Your niece I met - she was actually your brother's granddaughter, wasn't she?"

Yuna agreed, “Yes, I have heard of them, but I didn’t think it was a gift like mine.” He sighed, “It technically isn’t like yours. You have perfect memory forever, but these people have perfect memory only in that lifetime. I don’t usually give this gift to people forever because it can be tough on some people. Being immortal isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. People can go a little crazy after experiencing multiple lifetimes with this ability. It’s mainly because of how they choose to use the gift. Unlike you, they want to use it for self-gain. I’ve seen many that used the gift to cheat their way through life. I was proud to know that you used this gift to change the world for the good a

It felt like he was hugging a humanoid phone on vibration. Luckily, they found the door to the kids’ dormitory. Florence was promptly led inside. After telling her not to come out, Javier took a deep breath, lifted his stick, and headed toward the ghost. “Tonight is the night when the Ace at the Apex—otherwise known as me—defeats a ghost!” he proclaimed in the corridor.

"It's just every time I think about that day some reason, I don't believe they were rouge wolfs, they looked more like demons." "Why would you think that they were demons." "I don't remember them in wolf form at all. They were dark skin, sharp teeth and red eyes." We sat there on a patch of green in the cave. I would had loved to stay there longer and had fun with Simion. It's beautiful here to be our first time together, but there was annoying phone going off to ruin the moment and it was Simion phone. "Sorry, I need to take this. It's my brother, and he might be something about my mom."

"But everything changed, there's one kingdom who seized them out of greediness." "What do you mean seized?" I asked her. "They got rid of them on the land," the village healer's eyes grew mad. "King Hydrae ordered Thud to slaughter every immortal. He ordered that no one should live---," I cut her words. "Do immortals die?" "Of course, they do through decapitation. That's what the Aquans did," she narrated. "They were strong you said. How were they decapitated?" It confused me.