Planet Apes Koba Novels & Stories

Alpha Apollo Buzz Buzz Buzz… Buzz Buzz Buzz… “Hello,” I say in a rush as I am trying to get out of the house. I am already late for Savage’s birthday party. “Apollo, are you still at home?” Council elder Micha asks. “Yes, I am running behind.” I reply as I hear Micha sigh through the phone. “You might want to sit down for this call.” Micha suggests. “Why! What’s wrong!” I demand. “We just got a report of the Obsidian pack being attacked tonight,” Micha replies.

I ask, pointing to a small landmark on the map. “That’s blue sprite waterfall,” Loki says and Kane grins. “Yes, it’s hidden and part of ancient culture,” he smiles. “We should go there. It was beautiful when I was there.” “And when was that?” I ask and Kane sighs sadly “When I was a child.” I nod and Finn appears with Veronica by his side, “Are you guys up for a journey?” Kane asks and I watch as Veronica looks at me and then the map. “What is that?” she asks and Kane smiles at Finn.

CHAPTER 22 — THE ALPHA’S SHADOW Kael’s POV The Mooncrest night was quiet, deceptively quiet, as I stood atop the cliff overlooking the valley. The pack below slept fitfully, the torches lining the village like scattered fireflies, flickering faintly against the darkness. From up here, the world seemed peaceful. Tranquil. Yet I knew better. The stillness of the night was a deception, a veneer masking the currents of chaos flowing beneath our borders. I could feel it in the air, the tension winding through the pack like a coiled spring, ready to snap.

to create a high-frequency shield around the human delegates. "Stay behind me, Elena!" Leo commanded, his body acting as a physical anchor against the void. Toby saw an opportunity to exploit the planet’s unique physics. He looked up at the binary suns, calculating the complex gravitational pull that made the air on Astraea feel heavy and fluid. He didn't just run; he performed a "Kinetic Leap." By synchronizing his kinetic energy with the violet sun’s pull, he propelled himself into the air with a speed that exceeded the Atmospheric Scout. He was a silver needle of pure velocity, his strikes hitting the Reapers before they could even register his scent, his silver blur leaving trails of vio

' Gabriele thoughtfully glance at the guy who finally came in front of him and stopped, keeping a little bit of distance from him. His looks were ordinary but the sharp grey and shallow eyes stood out of this ordinary features and the expensive clothing he wore. He smiled and offered his hands covered with white cloth. Gabrielle stared at it before finally reaching out for it to shake with a reluctant expression even though that expression can’t be seen. The guy in front of him as if noticing his reluctance at shaking hands on him, take back his hands immediately after a brief contact of Gabriel skin. He smiled once again and offered to introduce himself, "I'm Cuzo. Clone and Kuro Young Mast

From the blast of fire I had emitted, to jumping through the portal; we were both in need of a good night’s sleep. As Atlas emerged from behind the truck of a thick tree, Micah hesitated. I felt Atlas’s fatigue as if it were my own, and mindlessly took a step in his direction. Atlas met my gaze and gave me a gentle smile, one so small I thought I had imagined it. “Very well. Let’s be on then.” Micah cleared his throat and tore his eyes away from Atlas. As Micah spoke, dozens of those emerald ropes dropped down from the tree tops.

At the center of it all, six-month-old Apollo Kian defied every biological rule written by science, history, or nature. To look at him was to witness an apex predator in miniature. It was mid-morning, and the sunlight cutting through the high windows cast long, golden stripes across the polished pine floorboards. In the center of the open-air living zone, Apollo sat cross-legged on a heavy rubberized mat. He appeared physically as a sturdy, exceptionally coordinated toddler of perhaps two or three years old, his limbs dense with coiled muscle, his dark hair falling over a forehead marked by an alert, razor-sharp intelligence.

He was Morozko Elvich. To his left was a fishman with green scales. On his back were large wing-like fins that were folded like a damselfly. The fishman was Halcyon Grotto. To the front was a man with an octopus beard and orange wrinkly skin. He was almost as large as Morozko and his name was Kirilov Jones. And to the right was a humanoid crab with large claws that looked like boxing fists. The crab had many limbs and was taking up a lot of space in the room. He was Apollo.

Caleb’s roar echoed through the vacuum of space, carried by the World Tree’s spiritual resonance. In the center of the swarm, Caleb reached the largest white obelisk—the Command Monolith. He slammed onto its smooth, featureless surface, his fingers sinking deep into the white material. It felt cold, like frozen logic. "BIOLOGICAL ANOMALY DETECTED. COMMENCING POINT-BLANK DELETION—" "Delete this," Caleb growled. He didn't punch it. He opened his mouth and unleashed a Sovereign Alpha Howl that was amplified by the World Tree's core. It wasn't sound; it was a wave of pure, unadulterated existence.

Anubis and Apis flinched, their bodies jolted violently. Anubis almost flew to the back and almost knocked Busaba over the ground while Apis had clenched his chest. Feeling like his heart jumped out of his body and rolled on the ground. Apis scratched his head, feeling the pressure given off by them. “This is supposed to be a secret.” “And why is that?” Busaba snarled… almost. Her eyes shot a laser at him. Apis clenched his teeth, pondering the consequence. “I can’t say for sure. Well… most of it because I don’t have the evidence.”