Supremacy Game Novels & Stories

I grunted. "Well, this one is important. Since you're new you might not know this, but everyone here is playing a death game. An assasination and survival game to be exact." "A 'what' game!?" I almost raised my voice, "What do you mean?" now saying it softer.

“It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.” Mauve rolled her eyes. “And what does that have to do with me?” “I said, questions later.” His tone snapped like a whip. He continued, “It began with the First One—Arnold Dein. Descendant of Earth. No one knows why he was chosen, but when his gifts manifested, he opened the portal to Elite. From him, the monarchy began. Each ruler is a descendant of Earth, marked by abilities. There have been seventeen so far, Mauve. You are to be the eighteenth.”

The only way to gain a title is to be born into it or win it in battle. Bradley had no children, and according to Chad, it’s sweet Amalea who killed the gamma, or her mysterious comrades he doesn’t know who are, so unless they want to make her their gamma, there’ll likely be a tournament to find the strongest warrior to take up the title. I somehow doubt Chad will come out victorious.

Utilizing their heavy border outposts, Duke Vodell had cornered and captured dozens of wandering supernaturals, dragging them back to human territories as prisoners of war, trophies, and spoils of conflict. ​Malakai’s jaw tightened as he thought of his mate. He knew that if Leia were ever to hear the full extent of this news, it would utterly shatter her. She had already spent years under the torturous, cold treatment of her adopted family, but she still did not know how deep their bloodthirsty hatred for supernaturals truly ran. They habitually hosted horrific events they called The Games—staged hunts where captive supernaturals were hunted for sport in enclosed arenas.

You will hand the girl over so she can be returned to Alpha Tate, and you will leave and be exiled from entering our territory again. Alpha Maximus growls ferociously as his eyes turn black. Chaos is trying to take over. He pulls me from behind him and presses me against his chest 'MINE!' he snarls, making Alpha Liam’s pack step back. I peer into his black eyes, 'Chaos, please, I won't go with them. I'm going to stay with you, but you need to let Alpha Maximus have control so no one gets hurt, okay?’ I tell him.

But if they couldn't get a hit on the elite, the would still be recorded for winning their previous opponent. However, Supremes were not give a second chance as higher results were expected from them. And two records were made, the record for Supreme and ordinary vampires. The stamina as strength tests for Supremes was made a bit more difficult but live vampires (abnormals) were given the same tests as ordinary vampires.

I stood, nodded to the guard, and walked back to my cell. Jonathan would know about this visit within the hour. That was the thing about people who played these games…they always underestimated how far ahead the other side was already thinking. And Jonathan Hart was always thinking.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"You claim not to have any treasures left in your pack, and I just stomached an insult to my alpha. We could make a fair deal, that way, my alpha and our troops would stay away from your people for the next twelve moons." Father shut his eyes for a few seconds. I could see him from the corner of my eye. "What do you want?" Logan spun to face my father. "I want her." He pointed at me. Father looked at me in wide-eyed horror. He wouldn't agree to such blatant demand. I didn't wait to hear it. "You all must be mad!" I said as I turned and walked out of the throne room. *** I stood at the window staring at the bayou, my pack land. We used to be the most prosperous pack on the Western Mountainsid

The Mechanics of the Steamy-Finality The tension in the "Year 3026" was "Absolute." To "Snatch the Prize," the prose had to capture the "Friction" of "Refusing-to-be-a-Fuel." Avery and Dominic had to "Re-Claim" their "Sovereignty" from their own "Successors."

Shane’s voice was steady, though his hands clenched tightly. “She looked out the window when the voice said not to. They don’t like it when you disobey.” “The what?” Shane didn’t answer her question right away. His eyes lingered on the girl with the rose blooming from her mouth, then slowly turned back to Farrah. “The ones who run this… whatever it is… they call it a game,” he said quietly. “But it’s not a game anyone wants to play.” Farrah’s hands clenched into a fist… “She’s dead, isn’t she?”