One Piece Supreme Novels & Stories

For days, the Supreme could not sleep, for his formulation was still missing a crucial ingredient needed to keep the prince asleep. He ordered his men to find the only component that would complete the chemical. After a week-long journey, his men returned with the missing ingredient. “Supreme Kaigan!” greeted the ten men in unison, carrying the component essential to the Supreme’s chemical mixture. The Supreme nodded and signaled for them to rise. “Honored Supreme, forgive us for the delay in returning with the missing ingredient. It took us a full week. We traveled through neighboring towns and even ventured into the mountains where healers reside,” reported Damil earnestly.

Alexander once said that if a high-grade soldier was armed with weapons that were created from high-grade exotics would be invincible. He was not wrong as this was proven countless times in battles and wars involving countries and organizations. The big 5 used their High-Grade Warriors in the Supremacy War to dominate. This was the main reason why they became winners within the war. Soldiers that had their breakthroughs would be categorized as high-grade warriors, while their normal counterparts were categorized as low-grade warriors or just normal soldiers. The Supremacy War was 50 years ago, this solidified the hierarchy between the soldiers.

But Tristan knew that someday their confrontation would become inevitable. Dark eyes watched with slight sadness the blond High Vampire lounging imposingly on a throne-chair. Tristan was again wearing his scarlet and gold sleeveless vest, and underneath was a thin, snow-white shirt that covered his neck. Scarlet, gold and white. A strange combination. Black cambric trousers were tucked into high leather boots. The Supreme One held a thin parchment in his hand and looked at the scribbling across it with a lazy glance. From the outside it seemed that Lord Tantario was bored.

button. If you want to know the answer, just buy it. Buy one piece for each one. It's not more than one hundred anyway. Humph!

Those exclusive black cards came in various tiers of prestige. The gold black card boasted a limit of $15 million, with only a hundred in circulation. The diamond black card extended its limit to $150 million, but only ten existed. And then, there was the obsidian card—the pinnacle of wealth and status. With only one in the entire country, it required a staggering $750 million just to activate. It was unparalleled, a symbol of unparalleled affluence and influence. Possessing any of these cards was akin to holding a ticket proclaiming one's immense wealth and power. Yet, acquiring them wasn't a matter of application; one had to be invited by the bank.

Thea was unsure whether her request to snatch the Supremusse Lotus would be acceptable. “You want me to snatch the Supremusse Lotus?” Yuvin’s brows furrowed. Yuvin said solemnly, “Princess, the Supremusseum is one of the ten major forces in the Central Plane. Although they don’t have a powerhouse at the Holy Celestial Rank, they still have several powerhouses at the peak of the Martial Celestial Rank. It will not be easy to steal the Supremusse Lotus and leave so easily.”

Can also ask or vote for special chapters once each month. Supreme: Same benefits as overlord+ right to ask for the creation of an OC(Name/Gender /Race/Power) that will be added to the story.

I watch Wren’s eyes flutter close as she succumbs to the power of being marked by an Alpha Supreme. When omegas are marked, the intense bond that is formed tends to temporarily weaken them, but I’m an Alpha Supeprem, which makes my mark that much more intense. I scop Wren up bridal style and begin to walk to the elevator. No one will question an Alpha Supreme carrying an omega.

I shouts back. “ Well, I will wait till you change your mind.” He grins. “ Supreme, take off your clothes and crawl right onto the bed!” he demands. “ Do I need to see you fuck her in front of me?” I yell. “ Absolutely!” he smiles with his fucking lips. Supreme seems not to be crying anymore but she doesn’t hide the hatred she has for him. It’s so strong on her face that it could cause mountains to fall. She takes off her gown, down to her pants and throws them on the floor. She looks pale and a little lifeless as she stride onto the bed.

Clothes are flung everywhere, and there's a pyramid of beer cans on the table. "This... is not going to work," I mutter, stepping into the living room. "What?" he shrugs. A bright pair of blue panties catches my eye. Using my pointer finger and thumb like tweezers, I tug them out of the gray chair and hold them up. They're so small I couldn't fit one leg in them. Is that the kind of girls Max is into?