Supremacy Game Novels & Stories

The moment his fingers touched the clasp, Charlotte said, "Keep wearing it." Then she looked at me. "Whoever won it gets to keep it." I let out a soft laugh. The whole room fell silent. Charlotte's eyes turned cold. Lyra frowned. "George, we were just playing a game. Why do you have to make things so awkward?" Then she stepped in front of Connor. Her voice stayed gentle, but her words carried a warning. "Connor has always been insecure. He's finally happy today. Can't you just let him have this?"

In these two days, I had snuck out many times to better understand this place, but I always ended up back at his wing without having anything in my hands but today, I got something interesting as I passed a group of maids talking about him in hushed tone. I pressed herself against the wall, perking my ear at their direction to hear them clear. "Did you hear? Supreme is going to announce his heir by the end of this week!" A maid practically buzzed with excitement, providing them a new gossip earning a low grunt from them, making me eyes furrowed at them. I knew exactly what they're talking about. I was not unaware of what Supreme was or the power he held as I’ve overheard him talking to Mihir

* I wiped the blood off my face, my eyes turning as cold as ice. I finally understood the essence of this game. Play the White Moonlight? Die. Play the Maid? Die. Play the Family? Die. As long as you are "human," as long as you approach him with a goal, you are a dead end. Because in his eyes, "human" is synonymous with betrayal. I want to win. So I can't be human. "System," I gripped the hourglass tightly. "I don't want a physical body." [Player Halen, your request violates the rules.]

"The narrative wants me to perform, to rage, to prove their monster real. I will disappoint them. I will win without cruelty. I will survive without becoming what they need me to become." But the Games were not merely Games anymore. Every duel was cover for surveillance, every match a stage for recruitment, every victory or defeat a data point in the Council's calculation of who could be bought, who could be broken, who could be turned into the particular weapon they needed for the sequence they were still writing, still editing, still forcing toward its predetermined end.

They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink

Supremo is under an organization that operates around the globe with no roots to speak of. It was not by any case related to any country. It moves independently, uprooting illegal business that far exceeded inhumane activities. Running his fingers through his hair, Martin turned left and pushed an ordinary looking sturdy door open. In a blink of an eye, a rather shabby looking room was revealed. The seat behind the table was deserted with not a single soul in sight as he had expected. His eyes narrowed into the unassuming mailbox at the corner and headed towards it. His lips unconsciously pressed together as he typed a code against the rusty box surface before a spotless white envelope was d

I climbed up a tall tree, I was directly sitting over the podium, where Supreme Alpha Conan sat. Staring at a large number of werewolves, encircled around Xavier and Liam. Their paws on the ground, waiting for the words of Supreme Alpha Conan. "Let the best man win" Supreme Alpha Conan uttered, the howls that filled this place was enough to arouse a whole nation, it felt scary at first but I loved it; the cooperation here was quite appealing. "I'll definitely take what's mine and even you or this fight can stop and from achieving that"

I know how important it is for me. Three months later Today is a big day for me, I gonna participate in a game. I don't know what the game is but I have a hush that it's not any good game cause the winner will get into BLOOD. I mean the mafia gang Leo has and which is also from his generation. It's gonna happen in his base. This game is just for humans not for any other species. But the humans who participate are aware that they are singing the death sentence as well as death. If you win never can go out of BLOOD serve for them, fight for them and die for them. If you not I don't know exactly what they gonna do with them. By observing them all I think they will kill them.

I looked around the party hall as we entered; it was beautiful. "Welcome to our 30th mating party! Ladies and gentlemen, put on your masks! Now, may we have all the ladies come up here?" A woman, who I think was the MC, grabbed our attention. We all stood up and went to the stage. "Okay! We will be rating you on your strength and beauty to impress your mate." I just sat in my seat as I watched them participate, along with Jess, who also wasn't interested in finding another mate. The MC continued calling the names while I secured my mask on my face.

"What did you say?" "Nothing," I flash him a sweet smile. "But then, why this competition? Why not just vote for the Alpha Supreme?" "This isn't just a bloody game, Hazel," Sebastian says, glancing at me from the corner of his eyes "It's a test. War strategies, survival skills, management and partnership. Whoever's the best at it will rightfully hold the authority over our race." I nod, absorbing the information. Who knew? This is actually quite sensible. But then...