Naruto Supreme Novels & Stories

It was like reading a fanboy's mind. “OK, play it cool. That one over there is Nate, the special ops team leader and Supreme Alpha's Beta; he is impressive. I wonder if, after this, I can get a picture and an autograph.” He was thinking, and I decided to close my power away from him. It was way too much excitement for my poor, drained brain.

Gideon actually sensed danger. Ronan shouted urgently, "Gideon, watch out! Reaching the Supreme level requires forming a supreme core—that's the sign of a true Supreme. Tristan's at a Half-Supreme, and he's already formed half a supreme core. It looks like he's about to blow it up and take you down with him!"

Ryu’s voice deepened. His whole body was covered in blood, his eyes glowing red like a true monster; even my father couldn’t make his eyes look so intimidating. “I am the Alpha; I am Ryu, and I am a predator who feeds on his enemies like prey.”

As soon as it loosened its grip, I shoved it off me as hard as I could, then scrambled back before it could regain its composure. A hand grasped my arm and for half a second, I fought it with all my power thinking it was another Eater. I allowed the hand to help me up and gave Tom a grateful look as I settled on my shaky legs. I turned back to the Soul Eater and saw that it was starting to stand up again. Before I could do anything to incapacitate it, a gun came into view and the next thing I knew Tom stopped the creature with a shot to the head. I whirled around to him and gave him an angry look that darkened when I caught the look of glee on his face. "We don't kill them!" I shouted at him

he laughs hard. “ How could you? I’m your Luna!” Supreme shouts at him as the veins around her neck sticks out. “ Hahaha.. well you are my mate but it was a great opportunity to use you against your dead brother!” he calls Noah dead, and it’s feels like a slap to my face. Supreme’s cheek is flooding with tears already. “ Why did you make me your Luna?” there’s a great down pour on her face. “ To make you trust me obviously.” He says the exact truth to her and I feel like squeezing the life out of the two of them.

"Within a werewolf pack, there exists a hierarchical structure that ensures order, harmony, and unity among its members. This structure is defined by different ranks, each with its own set of responsibilities, privileges, and significance." She gestured toward the whiteboard, where she had already written the word "Ranks" in bold letters. The space beside it was waiting to be filled with the intricacies of the werewolf pack hierarchy. "The first and most revered rank is that of the Alpha," Freda continued, her voice tinged with reverence. "The Alpha is the leader of the pack, possessing innate strength, wisdom, and an unwavering commitment to the well-being of their pack. They are responsibl

But how could he fight against such overwhelming power? In frustration, Gale gripped the iron bars of his cell and tried to shake it to vent his anger. To his astonishment, the bars bent under his hands. "What...?" He stared at the deformed metal bar in disbelief. "How was this possible?" But then, a notification sound that only he can hear came answering his question. Thinking about the weird system again, it immediately displayed before his eyes. [Ranking Up Status: 100%] [Ranking Up Complete]

she said to him as they kept walking. She stood in front of a basket that had crystals in it. "I created you from one of these crystals and from the river." She said to him, smiling. That's why your wolf is different. You're destined to be the Supreme Alpha, but I want you to know that you have to prove that you're worthy of the position. Very soon, chaos will break in the world, your ability to unite and bring peace to the world will determine if you will be the supreme Alpha or even the supreme leader of all supernaturals.

“A week. Maybe more. He’s gone off the grid, and we’ve been searching for him ever since. He’s a fucking liability right now.” Nero exchanges a look with me and Orion, his jaw clenched. “A liability? What the fuck does that mean?” Orion lets out a frustrated sigh. “This just keeps getting better.” “It means my son’s headed in a direction that’s going to get him killed if he doesn’t get his head out of his ass,” Arkyn spits, his anger evident. “He’s obsessed with building power, amassing an army. He’s only eighteen, but he thinks he’s invincible because of his bloodline. Fenriz and Kai … he thinks he’s some kind of god because of who his grandfathers were.”

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.