Spades Hierarchy Novels & Stories

Matteo paused his presentation, the gesture deliberate enough to draw everyone's attention. "Before we proceed," he said calmly, his voice carrying that particular quality of authority that didn't need volume, "the council has requested a brief structural review." A new display appeared above the table, holographic and three-dimensional. The Syndicate's internal hierarchy rendered in clean lines and careful boxes. Council at the top. Primary Families below that. Secondary Table another tier down. Observer candidates at the bottom, barely inside the structure. I studied the diagram carefully, my face composed into an expression of professional interest while my mind was running three scenario

Xavier had planned the rooms well enough to give everyone on each deck adequate privacy. The deck under the Alphas was occupied by their betas, and from there to the ground floor, the decks were occupied according to hierarchy. Leaving the ground floors for the Omegas. The pack's gammas occupied the two decks above the Omegas. They were literally the pack's warriors and Xavier had figured having them close to the ground floor would be advantageous. A notion she strongly supported. She thought it was smart to have the pack's fighters closer to the cave entrance in case of attacks. They were natural fighters and had physical attributes that distinguish them for that purpose.

Too bad for her; I wouldn't let her go once I had her. We run an organization that specializes in black market jobs. If you want something done, you come to us and leave us a card with your number. For a Diamond, you need something stolen; heart, you need a spy or a honey pot to find out information we got you; Spade, you need someone taken out and disposed of; and Club, you need someone to be neutralized; your choice of the severity of beating. But, of course, it's more complicated than that. My siblings are all training to take over the business from our cunt of a mother. Four of us are technically five, but Joker felt more like a friend than a brother. I am the firstborn, followed by King

The servant handed me and Livi a white card, apparently a membership card or some kind of company affiliation card for Holfier Company. "This... card," Livi muttered, looking at the card in her hand with a grim expression. "Livi, do you know about this card?" I asked her. "There are four types of Holfier Company membership cards, starting from the lowest, Iron Black, Silver, Gold, and Platinum. The platinum color is usually reserved for chosen adventurers, typically high-ranking adventurers or high-ranking nobles. For someone like me to receive this card... it's too excessive," Livi explained, still burdened by holding the card. It should have been advantageous for her, but she seemed overwh

No matter how deep my hate for the Spades as well as for Ethan's father is, I don't want anyone to die. “I have turned down fifteen of their biggest companies. It was easy for me to do it because most of their investors are friends of mine. Don't worry about my father either. He is already powerless. I already owned the Falcon Empire and some of his possessions had already been turned down.” I remembered Killian saying that the Spades are no joke. They are more powerful than Ethan. “Killian told me that the Spades are more powerful than you, Ethan. What if they are just trying to lure you into thinking that you are already winning this game? Ethan, I am afraid…” I could not help but express

" Not in a lycan pack, we have a Delta then two betas to assist him." " Any gammas?" She asked. " None," Jasper answered. She seemed a little bit confused but was starting to get the hang of the pack dynamics. "So the hierarchy is Alpha, Delta, two Betas, but no Gamma. It seems easy to understand and remember." She nodded her head as she spoke. " Yes, it is. If you need anything, and I'm not available. You should ask Jasper and as much as it pains me to say this, Caleb. They will help you." I send another glare to Caleb who replied with a grin.

Spencer smiles as I slip it on his finger. “Dawn, will you accept Spencer’s mark?” Mom asks and I feel her emotions. “I do,” I say, opening my neck. I see Paul in Spencer’s eyes just before Spencer bites my neck. My knees give away at the waves of pleasure. Spencer grabs my waist to hold me up. He licks the mark as everyone cheers. He steadies me so we can wave to everyone. Evander comes and stands where Mom was. “In three years, when my son Spencer is 21, he and Dawn will take over as Alpha and Luna of Bazin Pack. Beta Victor, Beta Stevee to you accept Spencer and Dawn as the heirs?”

Pure energy shaped into something we could comprehend and speak with. Their ambassador stepped forward. It looked almost like a woman but wrong in ways that made my analytical mind recoil. Too perfect. Too symmetrical. Like art instead of life. "We are the Hierarchy," she said. Her voice had no warmth. No inflexion. Pure clinical detachment. "We have studied your world for decades. Catalogue your conflicts and wars. Your near apocalypses." "We survived those crises," Ryder said firmly. "We are still here." "Barely. We watched your dimensional tear nearly destroy reality itself. Observed species that have warred for centuries. Documented the chaos that defines your existence."

he said, rubbing his nape. Kian explained the cards and their strengths to me, but I could tell his attention was divided between the cards and Levi’s and Christian’s conversations. “Spades can detect mana and often nullify them. The smaller the number on the cards, the greater their strengths. Which means 10 of spades can detect weak strong mana, but the ace of spades can detect even the slight trace of mana,” Kian said. “Oooh! Oh!” I gasped. “Back in the hotel, you used the spades to detect if the place was enchanted in some way, right?”