Legend Of The Supreme Soldier 소설 & 이야기

He just didn’t trust his stamina to keep up, wary, too, that his energy would betray him. As a result, he’s now down on one knee, together with the other Legends on the stage, cheered by the wielders. Superiors were the new name given to them, which meant “Just Leading,” in the hope that they would not abuse their power and authority. The Supreme Council gave them a month to prepare for their regime, so Luis spent those times reading books that would help him rule. “The future of Pasithea now lay on your hands,” said Henmulga as she gently placed the surface of her sword to the shoulders of the Superiors who closed their eyes, murmuring thanks. “Now, go, and make Pasithea a better place!”

I want my eyes on him even though I’m not going to get close to him. While I push further, I can finally see him and he still looks handsome as usual but he is filled with extreme anger that I can smell it all the way from here. I look some meters away from him and I spot Alpha Dave and Supreme in front of his soldiers. “ Fuck this bastard! He brought Supreme to the war? Damn what is he planning to do?” the brightness of my eyes dulls suddenly as a weird vibes hit my chest. “ Fuck, Alpha Dave brought Supreme to the war!” I say to Iris.

He looked like an ordinary human in his early twenties. “Hehe,” the man chuckled and said, “Now that you’re without comrades and the formation, you can only fight with the strength of the Sovereign Third Rank. How are you going to stand a chance against me?” James looked at the man and asked, “What’s your name, and where are you from?” “I’m Ladon Yushar from the Supremusseum.” The Central Plane’s strongest forces included the Elysium Hall, Supremusseum, Valiant Alliance, Dieux Academy, Ancient Clan’s Immortal Mountain, Salubergh, Jerneeja Valley, Thunder Shrine, Spiritual Palace, and Sword Alliance.

They cradled their rifles against their chests and bellowed together. "Special ops soldiers of the Drunham City garrison, obeying Commander-in-chief's commands to the letter!" The thunderous roar of the soldiers, filled with a fierce intent to fight, boomed through the Hughes family estate, piercing the heavens and shattering the clouds above! The surrounding crowd of high-profile businessmen and celebrities, shielded by Trevyn's soldiers, were utterly stunned. Their eyes were glued to the spectacle, mouths agape in disbelief. "Liam... Commander-in-chief... is he, is he really Commander-in-chief? How can that be? Malcolm is a general, equal to Trevyn, and he saluted Liam?!!"

He was the very opposite of what a Supreme ought to be, and it was because of him that Order's disdain for Supremes was born. However, there was one thing that one couldn't deny when it came to Supreme Martyr François. The man was strong! His might was renown even in the known universes, and few could stand up to him. He had subdued the gods of his universe and had swallowed the pill of immortality, granting him an infinite lifespan. He had been the first ever Supreme of Espion, and it's last. That was how dominant he was! Till date, there was no Supreme that Order had faced as capable as or that could compare to Supreme Martyr François!

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

Her mother would always say. At least mist men don’t. Storm sat up from the bed and reached for a photo frame on the bedside table. It was a picture of Tasha and a man, a man who looked slightly like Tasha. She stared at the two, Tasha’s laugh and the way her arms were clung tightly round the man’s waist, The man in the picture caught her attention. He was tall and muscular, with sharp, chiseled features and a strong jawline. His hair was dark and tousled, and his eyes were a piercing shade of blue.

CHAPTER SIX After the attack on the Argon pack, Alpha Cedric's pack, He ordered more soldiers to protect and stand guard at the border. Losing some members of his pack devastated him. Cedric sat in his room as he thought of ways to become the supreme Alpha. He has always thought that he was strong enough to be the supreme Alpha. He might not have the strongest werewolves pack, but if he could get Aaron's pack and also have his in addition, he will be more than worthy to be the supreme Alpha. The supreme Alpha has to be someone strong and not afraid to take some necessary decisions even if they will cost lives. There was no other Alpha that could take decisions like him, he thought.

"I’m ready." Mr. Sinclair nodded, opening the journal. "Your father left specific instructions for this trial. You are to face a series of personal revelations, each one tied to choices he made—choices that shaped your life, for better or worse. These revelations may challenge your perception of him and the empire he built. Your task is to respond to each revelation with a decision: to embrace it, alter it, or reject it entirely. Your choices will determine the future of this family’s legacy."