A Rank Party Novels & Stories

Raelynn. This party is insane. Like, the kind of insane where half the people here probably won’t remember their names in the morning, and the other half will be in someone else’s clothes. I thought the rager Grayson threw was intense, but this? This is something else entirely.

They look like pups trying to disappear into the floorboards when they’re called to account. I’ve never seen the pack like this before. Usually, if we’re all together, we’re at the bonfire in the dark, and there’s hollering and dancing and joyful commotion. Rank means who eats first, who gets the choicest pieces of meat, who sits closest to the alpha, and who investigates the noises in the woods that are inevitably a mated pair who has snuck off to play in their human skins.

Well, I guess we'd cross that bridge once we come to it. "How does your ranking works anyway?" I questioned, trying to put my mind away from inevitable meeting with my biological mother. Val looked at me amused. "Ranks doesn't matter to us anyway. We treat each other as family here. But to answer your question, the main family ranges from Alpha and her Luna, their children as Beta. Relatives and their mate counterpart ranked as Deltas which is either a high member or a leader of the three divisions of the pack's combatants." "And these are?"

Whiplash said, his voice accompanied by a hoarse whistling, a sign of his old age catching up to him? The squad members pulled up their displays from their hero suits, and one by one, they read out their current rankings and attributes. The readings were disappointingly low, except for Dante, who was on the cusp of breaking into the B-rank. His ranking was 11,382, the lowest of the low, showcasing the scarcity of ranked superheroes compared to the unranked ones. To be ranked was truly an honor and privilege, reserved for the most skillful and promising individuals. The rest of the squad reported their low attributes, all of them unranked.

If they win the arena this winter, House Felun could be the next ruling house in the next ranking elections or appointments. The dominance of the ranking system held its firm grip over the land, a relentless force shaping the very fabric of the country. It was a paradigm where the wealthy laid claim to higher numbers, basking in the privileges that accompanied their lofty status, while the destitute were burdened with the lowest digits. This stark reality was an inescapable truth, an unyielding fate that both Springgan's citizens and its elves were condemned to.

Zeda asked. “The mage kingdom is in the lead with fourteen stars, followed by the vampires with thirteen stars,” Rylan revealed, a hint of frustration in his voice. “Then the werewolves with eight stars, and the witches with six. The demons are last with five, thanks to Lucian’s win.” “Is that also their rank?” she asked. “Not officially, but sometimes they’re treated according to their stars, if you understand what I mean,” Carrie replied. “We’re better than the mages,” Rylan bragged.

The men would slump on the couch, drinking, playing poker, and talking business, while Juliet strutted around in crop tops and tiny shorts like it was a runway. I had told him I hated those gatherings and begged him to stop going. He just brushed me off. "Margot, networking is part of my job. We talk business and make connections at those parties. Come on, we're not attached at the hip just because we're dating. "Juliet is like one of the guys. We are business partners. Even if she walked in front of me undressed, I would feel nothing." All of it was just pretty lies to keep me quiet.

“Look, The Unknown has acknowledged Shadow to be the mediator of the three worlds.” All eyes trained on Shadow. Shadow became self-conscious when she suddenly became the main topic of their discussion. Daud licked his lip and added, “do you know about the ranks?” “The rank? We do.” All seven of them including Shadow bobbed their heads once. The rank referred to the real rank of each tribe that existed in The Unknown. To get in the top rank, each tribe or clan was required to have a battle between them, rate their affinity with The Unknown, and the advancement of technology.

The lips behind the mask said: "Is this the youngest son of the Glacie family?" Julie looked up from the ground: "Who are you?". The sound of laughter rang out, sounding extremely charming: "Didn't anyone teach you to be more polite to vampires than me?". When a vampire uses the word "one rank", it means no more than 500 years old, and a slightly higher social status.

“Correct. Though, those packs are technically of Blakemore.” “Okay. So I get I’m under you and your Beta. I know you have another Gamma so that mean equal power, unless seniority counts. But I’d be above your two Deltas. But what about the ranked member of the under-packs? Will those Alphas outrank me? I’m I the equivalent of their Gammas, or it’s different because I’m Gamma of Blakemore?”