Quest Supremacy Novels & Stories

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.

Going through the bookshelf, Jace finally got to the one with the history of wolves, skimming through it, he got to the one that had an exact image of what he’d seen earlier. ‘Just like the Luna wolf, the Suprema is the main "queen" of the pack. The Suprema wolf can give orders and do as they please. She has the exact powers of the Ultima and can be very dangerous when angered or upset. Big black wolf form, Red eyes, sharp fangs and claws.’ Jace continued reading and the description, matched what he’d seen Valerie transform into. “The Suprema wolf.” He breathed with a smirk, he had found the Suprema wolf and can’t wait to tell his father and the whole wolf-hagen society about it.

SERAPHINA The Supreme Alpha throne was the highest seat of power in the entire werewolf realm—untouchable, absolute, and revered. A position second only to the Alpha King's. It was a title claimed by only one in a generation, born not merely of brute strength, but of unshakable dominance. Even the most powerful, elite Alphas bowed before the Supreme Alpha, whose word was law and whose presence could silence kingdoms.

A taller chair was brought to him for which he climbed and sat upon and it was only when a naked She-rogue crawled on the ground over to him and stopped before his open laps that I realized the nigga was still freaking naked. The Supreme Commander stroked his black length with his right hand now and I watched in terror as he inserted the veiny length into the She-rogue’s mouth. Automatically, the Rogue started giving him a fast-paced blowjob, consuming his cock like her life depended on it, while Supreme Commander turned his attention back to us. — to me. “You, Senõrita, will have to choose between both men. The one you choose will get to take claim over you while the rejected one will be…”

and losing the opportunity to bear children at a young age. “An Alpha without offspring is a disgrace,” continued Sebdall, his eyes narrowing. “You don't want Alpha Dexter to have such a disgrace, do you?” “That's right,” replied another man, “Does it make sense for an Alpha with pure Supreme blood to have no successor of his own? Then he appoints someone else's child, the child of another Alpha who turns out to be a criminal, as his heir.” He leaned forward, staring intently at Narsha. “It would destroy the dignity of the Moon Shone Pack.”

Alex tried to steal a look but none of the drooping hooded heads moved from its fixed position. “In few months’ time, a new heir shall arise. One whose powers shall be greater than every known ruler. He shall conquer more territories, including the last of its kind—the Grey Moon Pack. My powers shall transcend to every corner of the world. In the nearest future, werewolves shall overtake every ground, every corner and every state. Humans shall be completely wiped out and my seed alone shall continue to expand…”

Edmond pressed on, his tone grim. “The treaty was written to ensure a lasting bond between the East and the South. Unless you have offspring with the Westwood heir to inherit the leadership, it is impossible for you to hand over the South. The only way to overturn this,” he paused, letting the weight of his next words settle in, “is through conquest.” The room held its breath, every word falling like a stone in the silence. “If another Alpha were to conquer you in battle, the leadership of both the East and the South would transfer to them.”

However, in deference to your position as the current presumptive heir, we grant you a period of grace. *You must present a suitable suitor before The Order within one month's time—by the full moon of the next cycle. This suitor must be of good standing, prepared for wedlock, and capable of aiding in the governance of Blackwood affairs. Failure to do so will result in the estate's transfer to Serena Voss, along with all titles, lands, and businesses therein.* *This decision is final and rooted in the traditions that have preserved our community through curses and calamities alike. We advise you to act with haste and wisdom.*

That night, a single whisper reached the compound. A scout who is unconscious and bleeding. “Xavier’s gathering the broken packs. Old traitors. Exiled Alphas. He’s building... something.” Maximus looked to me. And I answered before he could ask. “He’s building a rebellion,” I said. “But he forgot something.” “What’s that?” “I don’t rule by tradition.” I turned my eyes to the moon. “I rule because I made the moon look down and listen.”

Sophia says to Amy with a beaming grin. "I made breakfast. Have a sit," she adds and leads her to the table. I watch quietly as Sophia takes care of her like a queen. She deserves to be a queen. The Alpha Queen, my subconscious tells me. If I am the alpha then she gets to become the alpha queen because she is my mate. She would have many servants to take care of her like she deserves to.