Supremacy Game Novels & Stories

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

When you have three kings of any kind and a chosen briscola or the Trump suit, you'll win the game by default. "Release me now, Sarah." I said while wiggling my eyebrows. "Who said I will?" She got the gun on her side and pointed it at me. "Any last wishes, Merchaiass?"

Eve said. She came to sit close to him, and she took his hand in hers. She smiled. "I really love your shirt." Elvin grinned. "Thanks. I was scared it wouldn't be your size." "So, the game we are playing, was it like the kind you and Lisa played?" Eve asked. Elvin slightly shook his head. "No. Yours is more complex. More arranged. Filled with more deception and seduction." Everybody was a pawn in this game. The entire city was like a board game. If Elvin tried to flee from her, Eve would lockdown the entire nation, and she knew the right people to call.

“So, I found out that it is recorded that you have a Luna, and the Alpha Supreme is coming to your pack to investigate it before the final approval of our alliance. You know His Supremacy does not rate alpha kings without a Luna, and Sonya here isn't your Luna.” He spoke calmly, his eyes moving from one side of the table to another. The time he raised his face, his eyes met mine, and I almost choked on my breath. “So, Dax, you have to bring back your mate, as she's the only one His Supremacy will approve of as your Luna, since she isn't dead,” he continued, and then folded his arms against his chest. Dax looked at him for quite some time and shook his head. “Impossible!”

"Why are you keeping me here?" Darius stepped closer to the bars, and I tried not to step back even though we were separated by the bars. "We're going to play a game," he said. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "A game?" What was he on about? Darius nodded. "A game," he repeated. "I have remained unscathed for years. No blade, no claw, no weapon has ever managed to leave a mark on me. And then you came along and carved a gash so deep it seemed to reach my very soul. Do you think I'll simply let you walk away from such a transgression? No. We will play a game, a game of survival, a game of dominance. For a month, we will clash, our wills colliding in a dance of pain and power. Once each week

Overwhelmed, Twari had no choice but to defend. “He may surpass Twari’s skill,” the Supreme whispered, overheard by Asmal. “I wouldn’t be surprised, Father, if in the coming years, no one will be able to defeat Zumir,” Prince Asmal replied. The Supreme looked at his son and agreed. They watched as Twari was thrown aside. Zumir panted, sweat pouring from him, clutching his bleeding shoulder. The crowd fell silent until Romelda stepped onto the stage. “His Highness has won!” the warrior woman declared.

The girl’s name was Layla. Bush dealt the cards, and the prostitute explained the rules of the game. “In the end,” she said, “the person who has the trump card will have “The Supreme Right” and can give any order that they want. Alex won the first round, and after proudly displaying the trump card, he said, “Anyone who has three must show the color of their underwear to anyone who has a four.” After he announced his instructions, everyone looked down at the cards in their hands. Luckily, Crystal did not have a three. She looked around the table and smiled as Layla placed the three Spades on the table.

He was the witness to the birth of something that was going to burn his world to the ground. The game had shifted. The stakes weren't just survival anymore. They were total, absolute dominion. And I was already holding all the cards. The arrival of the Court wasn’t marked by fanfare or the blare of trumpets. It was marked by a sudden, sickening thinning of reality.

Surely, it’s not just as easy as winning a set of games to own the entire school for a whole month. “What’s the catch?” “It’s almost impossible to win, and the reigning champion is Artemis, so no one even dares to sign up for the fear of getting on his bad side when he eventually wins.” “Ah, makes sense.” The game itself is clearly rigged if it means no one could ever beat him, and it’s sad actually that someone like him keeps getting to win with no one to stand up against him. “What are you shrimps doing here?” Kamila shows up from nowhere and stands right in front of us, blocking our way.

Their inner wolves did not rise in challenge; they bowed in quiet, involuntary submission to the sovereign aura radiating from her. "Commanders of the High Command," Jake’s deep baritone rolled across the granite hall like heavy thunder. "We have called this emergency session to establish the future directive of our territories. The old laws of the regional regimes—laws built on subjugation, class division, and the forced suppression of baselines—are officially abolished." A murmur of surprise rippled through the older sector commanders, but none dared interrupt. "For three centuries, the history of this continent was rewritten by warlords who sought to erase the foundational balance of our