Super Evil Genius Corp Novels & Stories

Looking at the information for the first time, I am amazed at how much is here, including a full rundown of the whole company, including personal, SECRET ORGANIATION - SUPERNATURAL DISCOVERY AND ELIMATION - S.D.E. CEO - VLAD DIRECTOR OF DISCOVERY - MARA MANAGER RESEARCH - NICHOLAS Investigations of all aspects of all supernatural species MANAGER FIELD OPERATIONS - ALARIC Collection of all information, photos, data DIRECTOR OF ELIMINATION - DUNCAN MANAGER RESEARCH - MORRISA Medical investigations and experiments MANAGER TRAINING - KIERAN Elite training for all personal

"I don't smell anything except expensive perfume and human sweat, Alpha." He was wrong. There was something else cutting through the room, an overwhelming presence that felt dangerously familiar yet completely terrifying. It felt like the ancient power of a dominant alpha, but it was wrapped in a cold, suffocating layer of pure corporate authority. My pulse began to hammer against my veins, my heart beating so loudly that it was completely drowning out the noise of the crowd around us. The stage lights suddenly dimmed, and the massive digital screens behind the podium flashed with the bright silver logo of Aegis Systems.

Life at Solus Institute? It could've been a good one, sure. That is, if you were born there, if the sterile, regulated halls were all you’d ever known. But for me? Yeah, that’s where it got a little iffy. My life before Solus was a real one, a good one. Heck, a great one. I had a mom, a whole crew of friends, and yeah, even love. The kind of messy, complicated, wonderful love that doesn’t always fit into neat little boxes. Solus Institute was just a fancy way of saying "orphanage for supernatural kids." A home for children who lost all family, who were just alone in the world. It’s got that official, clinical vibe, you know?

Just as the Newark Group teetered on the brink of collapse, I called the company's biggest rival—Joe Mehigan, chairman of the Mehigan Group. "Mr. Mehigan, this is Abby Newark. I have the complete source code for the Newark Group's core system. Plus their black books on tax evasion. Interested in a partnership?" Two seconds of silence on the other end. Then Joe's hearty laugh came through the line. "Abby, I've heard a great deal about you. Where shall we meet?"

"I need... I need a stake in the cure." "A marriage gives you a claim on my body. It doesn't give you a claim on my mind." I reached into my pocket and pulled out a single, embossed business card. Argent-Tech. "My pharmaceutical company is currently valued at three billion dollars. We hold the exclusive patents for the Silver-Neutralizer and the Alpha-Frequency dampeners. We are the only entity on the planet currently making the High Council bleed money." Caleb took the card. His fingers were shaking.

Priorities, but also warmth, and this room needs both. Declan opens a slim folder. "The shell company Isobel traced, Vane Private Interests, has a financial connection to a larger entity." He sets a page on the desk between us. "This entity has been funding three separate operations over the last two years. The first is a genetics research firm that specializes in dormant supernatural bloodlines. The second is a private legal team that handles what they call legacy asset acquisition." "Legacy asset," I say flatly. "They're calling my baby a legacy asset."

“Tomorrow is not about politics. Tomorrow is about our daughter. She gave up her entire youth to give us this peace. Let them wait in line. Tomorrow belongs to Faith.” Meanwhile, thousands of miles away from the bright lights of the North Academy, the sky was pitch black. Deep within a hidden, underground corporate facility funded by the remnants of Vance's company, a heavy metal door slid open. The air inside smelled of stale chemicals, rusted iron, and dark magic. A man in a tattered gray coat stepped out of the shadows. His face was pale, and his dark eyes burned with a manic, hateful fury. It was Silas. He had survived the collapse of the Archive, but his dark shadow powers were fracture

She thought about what Theron had said to her yesterday about danger hiding in familiar places. She kept digging. --- By morning she had enough to make her hands go cold. Vantage Meridian had received three large deposits over the past six months from a private defense contractor called Solace Group. Elara had heard of Solace Group. Everyone in the right circles had. They operated in a grey space between legitimate military consulting and things governments preferred not to put in writing. Human organizations. No supernatural involvement, or so everyone had always assumed. The deposits totaled forty-seven million dollars. Forty-seven million for information about supernatural biology. About

Evan didn't return until noon the following day, and there were several hickeys on his neck. He looked exhausted. Obviously, he had been worn down by Serena. All of a sudden, Gale pushed the door open and walked in. "Things have gotten out of hand in the underground district again, Mr. Blackwell. A company called Luminary Corp has been stirring up trouble." Evan frowned. "Luminary Corp?" "Yes. It's the corporation that took over a huge share of the market shortly after it was founded. Their CEO claimed he'd shut our company down within a month."

He took a deep breath and slowly revealed the truth: "That was a charade. We voluntarily cooperated with the elves in a staged performance. It was also the top secret deal our family made with the elves!" "Anders, our ancestors... once made a grave mistake, offending an extremely ancient and powerful forbidden organization. That organization possessed terrifying gene pollution technology. Since then, the core members of our family have all carried a fatal recessive genetic defect! It would flare up at a certain age or under certain conditions, causing irreversible decline and suffering! And the life energy of the elves is the only force capable of suppressing or even curing this defect!" "Th