Superior Men Novels & Stories

"Of course. I think the new Supreme Leader is very good too. You have to be better than excellent to let the old Supreme Leader pass down his legacy to you." Severin smiled bitterly. "Thank you. You guys have no idea how strong the old Supreme Leader is. I'm totally incomparable to him." "Supreme Leader, you're too humble. You're very strong. That's no doubt about that." "That's right. I've never seen such a man who is so steady and prefers to keep a low profile. Man like you are the one who can reach where normal people can't." Obviously, many hall masters thought Severin was being too humble. They had no idea Severin was really telling the truth.

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

Here is what happened last time on The Werewolf's Superiority I smell a storm coming. I warn everyone, but no one believes me. Dr. Addison hesitantly believes me, and we start packing her stuff away. I carry all her stuff down the hill a few times. The storm hits, and it is a big storm. I pick her on my back down the hill and see two other people in need. I run back into the downpour to save the other two. As we start eating, everyone wants to celebrate what I did to rescue the people from certain death. Dr. Addison and I are sitting at the same table.

A flicker crossed his eyes. Surprise. “You think standing straight makes you my equal,” Silvermen said softly. “It does not. I outrank you.” “No,” I said. “You abuse rank. There is a difference.” The clearing had gone very still.

And I squinted, glancing everywhere, wondering what was going on? "Where are the rest?" "I'm afraid we're not aware..." one of the men answered immediately. His eyes were owl-like; arching like brows but with a lens and retina. His brows themselves looked scanty and spread out roughly, and with such strange eyes for a person, he looked like a man who held a high sense of self-superiority. "They seem to be held up by activities..." "What activities?!" I yelled belligerently. "Didn't Richard inform them this was important? Didn't the rushed meeting hint significance enough?"

He just didn’t trust his stamina to keep up, wary, too, that his energy would betray him. As a result, he’s now down on one knee, together with the other Legends on the stage, cheered by the wielders. Superiors were the new name given to them, which meant “Just Leading,” in the hope that they would not abuse their power and authority. The Supreme Council gave them a month to prepare for their regime, so Luis spent those times reading books that would help him rule. “The future of Pasithea now lay on your hands,” said Henmulga as she gently placed the surface of her sword to the shoulders of the Superiors who closed their eyes, murmuring thanks. “Now, go, and make Pasithea a better place!”

“There are two kinds of people out there, Hoffman, and the superior class is the gate that divides us. You cross it, and you’re evolved. You’ll never be the same as those who didn’t. It’s like evolution.” “Oh, yea? I guess I’m stuck being Homo Erectus forever then, Mr. Homo Sapien.” Paxton erupted into laughter. “Miss me with that crap, Hoffman. If you’re Erectus, then what’s everyone else? Goddamned amoebas or something? Do you have any idea just how many superior class fighters out there wish they could be in a position as powerful as yours, Mr. Hoffman? There are millions of lives depending on you. Your every doing serves the nation and her people. After all the things you’ve done, you re

Those destructions were caused by the battle of seven sacred humans who want to be the strongest human in the whole world. The seven sacred men were the seven greatest warriors of their time, swordsmen who have been able to surpass the limits of human strength. Their strength was even higher compared to a thousand great warriors of their time. They are no longer called warriors by the time, some people assume that they should be the Gods, but finally the people named them as the Earth Demons.

he said, taking a step forward and folding his arms over his broad chest. "Why thank you, your highness," I said, fake curtsying. "No problem, m’lady," he replied, smirking in triumph at my enraged expression. "Why do you assume that it's okay to barge into the bathroom of the opposite sex and then judge its inhabitants? You know that it's really not okay, right?" I hissed angrily. "Because I'm a male," he gestured to himself and then to me, "and you're a female. That makes me superior to you whether you like it or not. Why do you think there are more male Alphas than female Alphas?"